Good evening Bloggets. I hope I find you all well. Hub and I
have had almost an hour in our conservatory with the birds
singing in the early evening and as I gave Hub an Indian head massage, I had
the wonderful Olivia Newton John singing through the speakers. It was a chill
time for us all. I love her singing and songs. She was someone as a child I looked
up to as a lady and stunningly beautiful person who I wanted to look like and
as we both grew older together her many years ahead of me, but she always
looked so very young. she matured into someone who’s words to some of her songs
touched my heart as I felt the same way about nature as she expressed in her
lyrics.
This weekend I hope will be one of relaxation as it’s been
an interesting week for us all. This weekend in particular Hub will I hope be
able to forget work for once and just enjoy sun and love.
My Son is working hard at work. His boss is very pleased
with him so far… But she has got him to do all of the book work on the computer
but to be honest, that suits him. He tells me of his work and I’m so impressed
by him. Most nights he has come in though, he has spoke about quitting and
normally when he starts a job, he loves it. I think he has just been very tired
too. He’s been up most mornings at 4.30 am. And last night he started a bit
later but didn’t get home until almost eleven in the evening. He has two days before he has time off making
it seven days in a row.
My Son doesn’t have a microwave at work to heat his lunch up
so I have been trying to be a little adventurous with salads but there is only
so much healthy salads one can eat, right? So tonight, I baked a quiche and
made some vegetarian sausage rolls. When I went to the fair yesterday there was
a sausage stall. Some of the sausages were vegetarian. I bought some. They were
quite herby to smell so I wasn’t sure about them, I decided to wrap some pastry
around them after putting them in the oven for a while and I can tell you, they
were delicious. Gosh, if I am ever lucky enough to go again to one of those
stalls, I will for sure buy more of them. In the quiche I put 6 eggs. Loads of
cheese, three big tomatoes, half an onion and a few mushrooms with a little
pesto and black pepper with a small amount of salt. I hope that will be nice. And
I pray BW will enjoy it and not feel bad about eating eggs and cheese. See, I just
can’t do vegan. I have been kind of this week with salads and cuscus, but as
for all week? My imagination isn’t that good.
This morning I did an interview and I have another one
tomorrow. Hub couldn’t understand how calm I was, to me, why should I be
anxious? It wasn’t me who was applying for a job. Smile. Interviewing to me is
so easy, I even to be honest don’t mind being interviewed. Now, going out
myself well, with my faithful Waggatail, that’s a different story. I went to
post a letter with her today and it always amazes me just how I get from A to
B.
Waggs is working really well bless her. It hurts to think
she may only have two and a half years before she will have to retire. I’m
dreading that day. I will never forget the day I had to hand over the harness
of my last guide dog, she was my first guide, and her last walk with me was the
best one she ever did. I swear, she knew it was her last. Where I live, our
dogs work until they are ten. And even if they still work well and are fit and
healthy, they still retire. Why? Because the boss feels a guide dog should have
a life after work. Also, they may want to keep working for us, but who knows
how they are really feeling? I mean, they are seventy at the end of the day in
their world. There are some wonderful volunteers who take on retired guide dogs
and give them a happy few years before they go to the big field in the sky. But
thank God I can keep my babies. The Little Fella and Waggs will be staying here
with us.
If you could see Hub now. He is on the floor making Waggs
wild. I have shouted twice already. Not at Waggs, but Hub. LF is sitting in the
corner just observing everything and every now and then, he tells his Dad off
if he is too mad with Waggs. But the rougher you are with her the happier she
is. Where as LF, he is too timid and delicate. Hahaha.
Waggatail loves her Daddy and the feeling is so mutual.
Well, tomorrow is another day. And another day will be
tomorrow. Only a couple of hours away. Until then, I shall bid you night night.
And talk again when the sun comes back on a new day.
A lot of days in that. I’m tired. Smile. Remember.
I hope your pillow will be a fluffy cloud and the angels
sing sweet lullabies. Know that the stars have come to wish you sweet dreams
and the moonlight is there to guide you to that path of dreams.
© Fiona Cummings
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