Sunday, February 9, 2020
Another Day, Another Dog Walk
We had beautiful weather yesterday afternoon. The sun was out and the temperatures were pleasant, so Olga and I went to the Heath.
On the way home we stopped for some pictures among these dramatic shadows. I just couldn't get the shot without the sun in my lens – but then I figured, "Well, maybe that adds to it." Let's go with that.
(Olga is always on a leash when we're on the street, by the way. I just took her off for this quick picture, which is partly why I couldn't fool around with trying to get the light right. She'll "stay" when she's told, unless she sees a cat, so it was a slight gamble.)
Our daffodils are out and they're looking great -- but today we're being slammed by heavy winds from Storm Ciara, so they may all be flattened. Every time I worry about daffodils and cold or stormy weather, though, they seem to come through just fine. I guess they're made to bloom in a tempestuous environment.
(Speaking of the wind, as I write, there's some large white object back by the shed that I can't identify. It's definitely not supposed to be there. Something apparently blew into our garden from somewhere else. Mysterious! I'll report back.)
After our walk we came home, Olga had her bath and she promptly went to sleep. Dave was at work so I had a rare moment to watch some movies that I knew he wouldn't want to see. I watched "A Hatful of Rain," a '50s drama with Eva Marie Saint about morphine addiction. Pretty good, and very moody -- and filmed in Manhattan along the East River, right where I used to go running!
I also bought my ticket to Florida to visit the family during Spring Break in April. No, I won't be partying on the beach in Fort Lauderdale. (Or wherever students party now.) Those days are definitely over – and actually, for me, they never existed.