“Each day has a color, a smell.”

Winter is back. It gets quite cold at night and hangs in until late in the morning. The air was brusque when I went to get the papers. It will get warmer over the weekend, the mid- forties, then winter will again rear its hoary head. It is 28˚ right now.

Today is a pretty day with lots of sun and a blue sky. The air is clean and colors seem to pop. The breeze is slight and only the tops of trees sway a bit.

Maddie is sick now. I took her to the vets yesterday as she hadn’t eaten and had trouble going to the bathroom. When I called and described what was going on, they had me bring her in right away. They gave her blood and urine tests and a couple of x-rays. She has a urinary track infection, a high potassium level and a high thyroid count. They gave her an antibiotic and fluid under her fur to hydrate her and I got three meds to give her twice a day. Things aren’t going great. I gave her the meds easily last night and she didn’t seem to mind all that much. This morning, though, she disappeared after getting the meds. I took my flashlight and went upstairs and found her under the bed in the guest room, an old haunt of hers. I patted her and talked to her hoping she’d come down stairs, but she hasn’t. I’ll go back up in a bit. I don’t want to overwhelm her. The vet is calling today so I’ll see what she recommends. Maddie is 18 and a half so anything is upsetting, especially now.

Nothing is on my dance card today. A trip to the dump is in the near future, but that’s it. My cleaning couple can’t come today so, aghast and horrors, I will have to vacuum. I hope I remember how. The laundry bags are still by the cellar door. This is day two of the wash watch.

I love the smell of burning candles. Last night it was cinnamon and before that it was coconut. This Christmas my sister gave me squares of peat and a small ceramic thatched Irish cottage to hold the burning embers. The other night I lit the peat. When it was burning, I was reminded of the old b&b in Youghal, Ireland. It was springtime and cold and damp. We were the only guests. The owner lit a peat fire in the grate in the dining room. The smell of peat filled the room. It stuck to my clothes. I could smell it even when I got home and opened my suitcase. Burning peat is, for me, the smell of memories.

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6 Comments on ““Each day has a color, a smell.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I do hope Maddie gets better fast! It is hard enough when our pets get sick when they are young.

    I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a peat fire so I have no idea how it smells. I’ve heard that peat is used abroad as fuel but I can’t imagine peat really burning, more sort of glowing away 🙂

    It sounds as if my cats are fighting and that Albin is involved in some way 🙂 and Nova thought it was a good idea to try and get up on the stove some minutes ago. She had forgotten that I sat here in the kitchen so she was a bit surprised when I asked her what she was doing 🙂 🙂

    Albin gave up, he can’t decide which cat he wants to help I guess 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      The vet called to check on Maddie. I told her that Maddie hasn’t ‘ eaten though she has drunk a bit of water. I’ve put out treats and ham to try and entice her. The vet said to bring her in tomorrow if she hasn’t eaten as she’ll need an appetite stimulant.

      It burns with a flame which does glow. It is still used in Ireland. The peat fireplace is quite shallow compared to a wood fireplace.

      My cats always used to whack each other. They never got into a blown up fight, but they never liked each other though they’d been together all their lives. It would be Albin who was involved.

      My sister was in my mother’s kitchen reading the paper. Shauna, one of my other boxers, went to the counter, stood up and checked to see what was there. She had no idea she was being watched. Shauna was a counter surfer and once took a cake off my counter and ate half of one layer.

      Have a great day!

  2. Birgit Says:

    Good luck! I hope the vet and meds can help.

    • katry Says:

      Thangs, Birgit, she does seem better tonight than she has been. That, though, will probably change when it is medicine time. Today she ran and hid afterwards.

  3. Bob Says:

    Last night while driving home the tire low pressure warning illuminated on my dash. I took it to the local tire place and he filled all the tires which were low. So far it hasn’t illuminated again today. After arriving at work my better have calls me to tell me her tire low pressure warning light was illuminated and she drove to a nearby filling station with a service bay and they found a nail in her tire. That’s three nails in six months for her. Our neighborhood was originally developed in the 1950s from farm land with large ranch style houses on large lots. Now the real estate boom has made those properties very valuable and those homes are being torn down and replaced by McMansions. All the construction workers leave nails and screws all over the neighborhood streets. Those old houses were selling a year ago for about $300,000. One of them is now listed for $4.5 million. I’m taking a vacation day tomorrow to have her tire replaced or repaired and get my car’s oil changed.

    Today we had clear skies again with a high in the low 60s.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I have had only one flat tire, and it was the valve, not the tire itself. I still have the original tires. When I brought the car in for servicing, they told me the tires still had life in them.

      When I had my house roof replaced and all new shingles put on the sides of the house, I told the guys doing it that I better not find a single nail on the ground because of Gracie. After they were finished, I scoured the ground and didn’t find a single nail.

      We’ll get to the 50’s-that’s about as close to you as we’ll be.


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