Robin would not let me take a picture, but she looks like the victim of spousal abuse! The reality is that is not my style, and I am not near brave enough to do such a horrible thing. I am convinced she would make Lorena Bobbitt look like an angel.
We had her son’s dog, Osho for a few days. Osho is absolutely convinced that my conjunction-function in life is to take him on walks. Of course, if I take him I cannot leave The Wee Dog behind. All of which is fine, but two dogs on leashes can be a bit of a chore. They are generally pretty good walking together, but occasionally they will each discover odors needing investigation that are in opposite directions. I end up feeling like the proverbial wishbone.
Normally, Osho wants to go around dark-thirty, just after we feed him. Monday was a nice day so I thought I would do it earlier, as it was warm and sunny. I asked Robin if she would like to tag along, both for her company and so we could split the two dogs between us.
All was fine until we started to enter the garage. Robin saw what was left of a decorative gourd in the garden she could not leave, so she handed me Lily’s leash. I took it, and was promptly entangled with both dogs. I managed to get Lily unwrapped who decided she had to head for the door leading from the garage to the kitchen immediately. Unfortunately, Robin was headed towards the trash can just beside that door in the garage. Before I could act or say anything, Robin tripped over Lily’s leash. I am not sure I ever saw anyone fall quite so fast – despite what Galileo espoused. She had no time to put her hands in front, partly because she was carrying the gourd. She landed directly on her nose, skinning her knees. All I could think of was her two back surgeries. She was obviously very shook up. Just to be on the safe side we went to urgent care. She was basically fine, but she has been very sore for a couple days. I was fully expecting a raccoon mask that is so common when the nose receives such a blow. Her nose is bruised and her left eye looks like mine after one of my karate matches (back in the day).
We are both thankful that is was not worse.
And so it goes.
The beginning of last week Señora became very ill. We thought she was having an attack of sinusitis or possibly the flu. A few days into it, she lost her sense of taste. Despite having had both doses of the Moderna vaccine, she tested positive for COVID. After a miserable weekend she had the infusion treatment Monday, and she is improving. She remains very fatigued and is still missing the flavor of food.