2:30 A.M., Thursday, May 6, 2021. I’m sitting in my lift chair wondering why I can’t seem to stop and let myself fall asleep. I had to edit the last entry, had trouble with the technology, and sort of woke up, thinking about my predicament, Schuster, shoes that don’t work correctly, the young rat snake mistaken for a copperhead, and thus killed in our garage. Moreover….
It’s now Noon. Simon, in the master bedroom with Mary, started whining at 2:30 A.M. and didn’t stop until Mary finally woke up at 3:15 and gave him water. Apparently, he fell asleep then and so did I. Moreover….
Mary dug the little snake out of the trash and brought it upstairs so I could see it. The snake was a beautiful little grey and black rat snake. Not a copperhead. My Commonwealth home care male nurse killed it on his way up to see me and change my feet dressings. The little snake was innocent. Life is precious. Moreover….
Simon, in the evening, lays at the far end of the sofa, close to the great divide between the sofa and my lift chair. He used to sit beside me on the old larger lift chair; now he can’t. But he looks over at me with an expression that breaks my heart. And he barks at me. So, I go over there and sit next to him. It hurts my wounded feet to do that, because the long coffee table sits in front of the sofa; but I love the equally wounded little dog. He stops barking and puts his head down next to my leg. I pet him the rest of the evening. Moreover….
I hit the wrong line and “published” instead of just saving! “Dammit, I’m mad”. [a palindrome too]. Oh well…
Simon in the master bedroom before the transfer to the sofa.
Here I now live, in my new lift chair: my landscape.