Out of the Weekend and On to the Conveyor of Real Time

 

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     Thought to start the day with an inventory and refill call from Val at Byram Healthcare. She said she would call at 8:30 and it is now 8:48 and I have counted my supplies twice already. But R got ahead of all that by rolling the big tv into the living room and tuning into a one man show by one Bo Burnham called Inside. Also a couple of Key and Peale sketches.

While still waiting for Val, there came strange and frightening sounds from the backyard. By the time I hauled myself out there S had Dusty and Marbles heads held tight to her chest and the two were writhing in fear and pain. Dusty had got his jaw caught inside Marbles collar, so that he was hurting and Marbles was gasping for breath. I jogged back inside and found a new unused and sharp pocket knife which once you forced it inside each of the two collars was able to cut the collars quickly. S held them otherwise nothing could have been done. There was blood and urine.

9:13. Still no Valerie.

Spent an inordinate amount of time futzing with the propane stove top which also wasn't working. Eventually a cleaning of one of the gas orifices did fix one burner. So partial points. Emptied the fresh water tank. D wandered out one of the two open doors to the no-dogs land of the front yard, unfenced, and 6th street. I heard him barking in the alley and called him home. We cannot let ourselves get sloppy in this way.

Skip showed for a walk; it was a good one. The ephemeral beachscape that replaced the Primavera bulwarks is almost a classical Greek sea temple gone to ruin. We took a rest there.

Valerie called after a while and we conducted our business in a friendly and competent way.

sticks

he loved the sea, but also the pillow