Pants is pretty much on the mend, no longer crawling across the deck or hanging upside down to eat nuts, like a boss, he balances on the railing , sits upright and navigates in a round about way to the pile of breakfast.
Above is his seeing eye,
Below is his blind eye, his fur is growing back too. He may one day be king squirrel again.
He took a nut from my hand and sits close by when the door is open.
YAY, worm medicine!
When I take care of Cubby, he sends me a nice present, This time he sent me chocolate mice from L.A. Burdick, of Boston - Best quality chocolate around! I usually do not like white chocolate but the white mouse was my favorite, dark chocolate ganache with cinnamon and port wine enrobed in white chocolate. Oh dear god, mouse of heavenly goodness! The dark one - ganache with freshly squeezed orange juice& milk chocolate -dark chocolate mouse is ganache with espresso , all mice have toasted almond ears, Last time Cubby sent me a combo box, the chocolates are small and packed with flavor so a little goes a long way, diet chocolates ,I like to call them...that is my rational. I would ,if I could, eat them all day for weight loss purposes and betterment of health.
Oh, and they arrive in a wooden box , tied with french wired ribbon, sealed with sealing wax. Does that dog know how to shop or what??
Long ago, when Mr. Man and I were just hanging out together, We took his boys and the boat and went out regularly into the Salish Sea where they would dive and I would cook and read and daydream.
They usually came back up with several Pinto Abalone, particular to the PNW entirely, they were size of your head, we took them for granted , Now they are endangered, of course, I can understand why. They are delicious, like scallops only more tender. And their houses are another heavenly item!
I appreciate the one shell that I kept, though at the time it was not so special -there were so many...Now it seems a treasure - holds soap in the bathroom.
I should bring it out into the sun more often.
The peacock of mollusks!
I bought the blue one at the charity store the other day, it clearly is not as nice as Mr. Man's but still...only four dollars and is gorgeous.
Gone are those days of mooring in a small secluded bay, sleeping on gently swaying boat, the men folk diving beneath the placid , freezing, dark water, which always somewhat terrified me. Glad we did that thing when we could.
Glad we ate Abalone every dinner, when it was still OK to do so.
Leaving you with Pants, navigating his way into the stash, he really is doing so much better though he may look old and decrepit, he has a strong constitution battling the mighty worm and ...there is a friend, HE/SHE follows him around and sometimes grooms him on the railing. OMG, life is sweet.