Monday, March 11, 2019
Kong is King
We had crazy wind yesterday. I like a windy day, normally, with the trees blowing and the air freshened. But at some point windiness crosses a line and starts feeling threatening -- and that's how yesterday felt. I was lying in bed reading, and the house was rumbling and thumping, furniture being blown over on the patio, stuff flying off our neighbor's terrace upstairs -- and I kept hearing sirens as (I assume) emergency services were called to wind-related mishaps.
I stayed in all morning, as did Dave and Olga. I did housework and read quite a bit of my latest book, "The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle," and it felt good to be able to focus on it for a sustained period of time. The squirrels are up to their old shenanigans in the garden, so I also put some screening over a few plants that they can't seem to resist digging up and/or gnawing (the sea kale and the lupine). Our lupine is barely with us at this point. The roots are pretty much gone -- there are just a few stubs of rhizome left with tiny, struggling leaves on them. Its pot sat for several months in a plastic saucer that was often full of water, and I think it got too wet. Anyway, the jury's out on whether it will pull through.
I finally took Olga to the cemetery in the afternoon, where she embarrassed me by growling and charging at another dog -- which she never does. I don't know why this other dog pushed her buttons -- maybe she was also freaked out by the wind -- but the owner gave me grief about it. What am I supposed to do? Dogs are dogs.
Anyway, everything was fine and it's not like she bit the other dog (which was roughly her size). I think part of the problem was that we didn't take her Kong with us -- I didn't notice she'd left it at home until well into the walk and I didn't want to turn around to go back for it, but the fact is, Olga is better behaved when she's carrying something in her mouth. It's like a pacifier (or a "dummy," as they say in Britain).
Moral of the story: Always remember the Kong. The Kong is king.
(Photo: A tree shadow on a building near our flat. Even with all the wind, the sun was bright yesterday.)