In Other News, It is Spring
I return. I have been in a slump. Getting dressed seems unbearably difficult most days, and yet, somehow I do get dressed. I make the dinner, I do the dishes, I go for walks, I see friends, I go to work. It all feels like walking through treacle.
Paul's chemo treatments continue. He is half way through his treatment. His dosages have been dropped as far as they can be, and yet he is still suffering from colitis for one week of his two week gap between treatments. The difference now is that his pain meds have been worked out very well, and so he is getting sleep and is able to eat. He has discovered that he is in just as much pain whatever he eats, so now he eats everything, which has made a real difference to his weight, and that is a positive thing. And Paul is still positive, working on his good days, and full of plans for the house he wants to build. We are planning the new vegie garden up on the mountain, and I am planting seeds for it, which means it will need to be ready in a few weeks. That is exciting and challenging.
In other news - it is spring! The garden is drowning under weeds, but there are daffodils. And a cat.
Polly is very cross because Red adopted a new cat. Whenever Red lets Simon-the-new-cat out of the attic to roam around the house Polly growls at him and promptly leaves to go and sulk in the garden. This morning, after the growling and leaving temper tantrum I opened the back door to find a message from Polly - half a dead mouse on the back verandah. I figure that is the cat equivalent of throwing a dead horse's head on the front lawn. I have been duly warned..
Here is the new kitten. He is six months old and his name is Simon. He lives in the attic with Red. He is a small and skinny cat, but when he wakes up to play at two in the morning, he tramples loudly over my ceiling like a herd of water buffalo. Occasionally there is a crash when Simon decides there are too many potted plants on the shelf.. I have several plants downstairs now that I am nursing back to health..
The gifts of spring bring me daily delight. The one advantage of feeling like I am walking through treacle is that pleasures slow down as well. I can sit and stare at a vase of blossom..
And gaze for ages at the afternoon sunlight beaming in through the window.
In absolutely other news, I thought our dog lead was maroon, but Red washed it and it turns out it's bright red. Now I am looking suspiciously at the dingy brown colour of my cushion covers.. I think spring magic is getting to me.