calling this “River House”
A quick note before bed to say we were in the White Mountains camping for most of last week and I am slow to returning here.
campfire
smelling bacon
Jack enjoyed our interlude in the woods.
Glen Ellis Falls, NH
a view
Brook near camp ground
Hope to catch up on blog reading this weekend!
high tide
A friend has graciously lent us her beach house, even knowing that Jack is ill. It turns out that there is a linoleum-floored room that he can sleep in, and it is right next to the guest room. It should not go without saying that my friend is supremely generous, and flexible, to a fault.
evening fog rolling in
There are glorious views of the marsh out of the western windows of the house. Glorious. I can see why some artists spend a lifetime painting scenes such as this one. A pattering rain falls, now, just as we were planning to grab the paddles and canoe out to the end of the spit — with Jack. We are doing everything with Jack.
in the weeds
Oh well. As is often the case while at the shore, the excuse to stay inside and read is welcome.
indigo heart lands on patchwork
resting comfortably
happy traveler
weaving lets me expose a little of the underlying fabrics
It is hard to fully relax knowing what is going on for Jack. On a positive note, though, he continues to have a hearty appetite and to rest easily, with less panting than before we got here. With the boys on the West Coast and the mess of my own home elsewhere, it has been seamless to make Jack our Number One concern… he and I are sitting together pretty much constantly.
and this is where I am, right now – you can’t see Jack at my feet
And this is where I add that our house sitter has two German shepherds, each of which ON THEIR OWN, significantly outweighs me. I hope they are not digging up the astilbes like last time.
before going North on 128
North Shore lunch
Thinking about goodbyes
Something sweet, fun, and satisfying
South on 128 during tornado watch
I wish I could be paid for all the time I spend waiting for doctors
Tried a red dog like Patricia’s – it didn’t work; trying windows like Jude’s – we’ll see . . .
Spending lots of time with Jack
It was farm share week. The peas were consumed on the car ride home . . . a secret, selfish treat.
Jack and I are spending time together by the couch. Last night we shared a chicken breast… a treat with no strings attached. . . completely free of worries about fat or long-term health.
I have been quilting the Global Warming piece from the bottom up. Each stitching session adds wonderful texture, bringing disparate elements into unity. . . the pleasure of making.
Dinner included carrots and basil from the farm – very healthy treats. All the taped episodes of “Nashville” that I’m cranking through while eating my healthy dinner? A guilty pleasure.
Jack has perked up a little on day two of prednisone. But really? I think it’s all the treats he’s getting. We are going to keep him comfortable as best we can.
Jack looking dashing back in April
Jack today
kitty made of recycle pant material – frayed too much!
doorknob makes for feeling of welcome
Scratch disks are full, or I might have cropped out the shadow of my head (above).
But such things are minor in light of a visit (the fourth in three weeks) to the vet with Jack. I will know just how bad the news is tomorrow or the next day, but it appears that he has cancer.