Last week, by some quirk of fate, I somehow managed to dislocate a rib. Now this happens to me with some degree of regularity, so I warn't too concerned. However, this time the pain was worse 3 days later, so... I did what any reasonable person would do and today, I took the day. The fact that it was about 72 degrees and sunny outside (um... hello.... in NOVEMBER) really had no bearing on my decision.
And so I slept until 11 am (oh bliss!) and after putzing around ... okay, not really putzing around, .... really just sitting in front of my computer reading the news and looking up idle things on the internet, I decided to pack up some supplies and the dog and head down the hill to the local dog park. My chief aim was to go sit on the park bench at the top of a hill where I can look out onto the bay, see Marin, see the GG, watch the clouds, and be still enough for my rib to knit.
I packed up a scarf I'm knitting for one of my sisters, a tea cozy I'm knitting for someone who might read this blog so I'm not 'fessing, a book written by a friend of mine that I really really really need to read, two catalogues, and my iPhone. Threw in some dog biscuits just in case.
Walked down the hill with the Maizie Lady on the leash, plonked myself down on the bench, and proceeded to stay there for the next two hours.... I kid you not. It might even have been longer - I didn't check to see when I left...
gorgeous day - watched a hawk circling over the fields, laughed at Maizie's hopping around the field, going from one mole hole to the next, digging her way through what seemed like half of New Jersey, running after other dogs, and... then ... she started bringing me moles... she apparently is quite good at catching them... She plays with them like a cat, I'm afraid. My darling dog is actually quite a ruthless killer.
So, once she had brought me her third li'l mole, I felt it was time to leave. I was beginning to feel like I was harboring Mack the Knife... striking terror into the hearts of the local mole population.
It was a beautiful day and I loved the silence, the gorgeous hills, the sun beating down on me, the hawk, the sight of my dog's rear end up-ended in a mole hole. A day like today is a rare thing. Hmmmmm, the weather is supposed to do the same thing tomorrow and I have over 550 hours of sick leave... and my rib isn't all better yet...
I hear the moles screaming, "Oh Merciful God, NO!!!"
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