|These may truly be wolves, not coyotes|
The Marina is also gone, replaced with our road, muddy, still impassable at the very southern end. I thought today, since all is OK relatively speaking, the tough part of this flood starts now with the clean-up. It comes home to me every time I pass the steps to the basement. Yep, fishy smell, even from seep water plus some of the dog bedding which is soaked as well as the appliances.
Small things -
- when I stopped at the bank on the way home yesterday morning, a mockingbird was singing on a wire. I took time to stop, listen and marvel at his repertoire.
- That evening, I left the house with enough time to drive the flood route - without needing to anymore...for now :).
- I showed a visitor how to get to a different part of the hospital. He looked at me, asked if I knew my priest, to which I answered, "yes," then said, "he got his dog from you." Jedi - the gorgeous, very puppyish Walker Coonhound. I again said "yes." The young man says "I love that dog!" My heart wanted to burst as I replied "isn't he great?" to which there was immediate agreement. Wow.
- As I napped (yes, again) after getting home, my ever growing hound/dobie/GSP mix, Justus, pulled the front half of his body up on me for a cuddle and nap. He no longer climbs all the way up unlike Hoss; he leaves his hind feet on the floor. So funny and such a wonderful dog. I so hope I can do well by him in the long run.