Another cold and gloomy day, at least this afternoon. Tomorrow, I have a visit with one of my podiatrists and a good check-up. Then, I will have another foot check-up with Dr. Daly in a week or two. The foot is looking and feeling very good. I’m eager for better walking weather; I can’t go on the ice. It’s Maria’s birthday this Saturday; she has some neat ideas about celebrating it—details to come.
Maria says she will be 60 on Saturday and is now officially older. I don’t see it myself. Be away in the morning, then home. See you tomorrow.
Im pretty sure James Herriot, the Yorkshire Vet and writer had a rat for a pet, he kept it in a cage on his desk, at least that’s what they’re portraying in the series All Creatures Great and Small. I know you won’t be doing that! Hope your problem is solved soon!
I read a biography of Herriot a couple of years ago, he was apparently not a sweet or kind man…But yes, there will not be a rat on my desk ..
Jon, I never know whether to cry or really what to do when I am looking at your winter scenes. The only thing I am sure of is that I need to wrap my arms around my self. Sparse, spare or perhaps abandoned. Like something left in a hurry. Does it make sense? There is a story to tell. Thank you for eloquence portrayed. I feel gifted. veronica