Today we had a short trip out in the car, first to the post box as I was expecting a parcel, then to the cemetary to use the water bottle I keep in the car to water Fran’s hyacinths, then to the river field to walk with the dogs, then back to the cemetary because the water in the bottle was frozen and I had left it there to thaw, and finally back home.
Once in the garden, I shut the gate and opened the side door to let Jules out then, totally inexplicably, retreived the post from the front seat leaving my warm jacket and hat there before coming into the house to put everything away. While I was pottering my son called me from Macau and we had a 90 minute catchup during which time he was trying to persuade me to accept the smart-phone or a smart-watch that he wants me to have in case of another fall. Apparently I have to do nothing, it alerts him all the way to China if I trip over again. But I won’t have a smart-phone, I hate the bulky things, I won’t have a watch because I haven’t worn one for 30 odd years and in any case he would always be alerted because I often trip over especially as he plans to get one for his Mum too. Mind you she probably doesn’t fall ever, she rides her bike to and from the shops and the allotment every day for goodness’ sake.
So 2 hours after arriving home, have you spotted anything yet? I couldn’t see Galys, she is always in and out but never far from me for long. I searched the whole house, and the garden down to the front gate and back towards the house, and as I passed the car I heard a little ‘yip’, and then saw a white figure in the cage at the back of the car.
I rushed to let her out and opened the cage door, the bar at the bottom of the doorway was bent inwards where she had been desperately scratching at it, her nose was red raw and the mole on the side of her snout was red with blood. She ran straight to the nearest bowl of water and drank her fill and then turned to me for a long cuddle. How could she be so forgiving, and she has kept coming back for cuddles ever since. I am absolutely stricken with guilt. How could I have forgotten her? I try to do normal things in the same way everytime, knowing the shredded memory I have these days.
I normally leave the car and shut the front gate, then open the side door as I pass towards the rear to open the back. Then I return to the passenger door to collect whatever has been purchased and my bag before going into the house. It is automatic, I do it always, I never change. But I did this time.
Ageing is a terrible thing, step carefully people, and double check, frequently. There simply isn’t a smiley to cover what I feel, so there isn’t one.