27 May Friday
Cow parsley is everywhere. It is the time of year when every road and field is lined with it. Everything everywhere has frothy soft edges. I struggled up the path through much too much of it. I am too short for the cow parsley. It has grown up high. It has grown up over my head. The only way I could keep going was to hold my arms up in front of my face. My elbows were at chin level and my fingers were pointing straight up. I was looking out through a narrow slit between my forearms which was just enough for me to see what was ahead but not wide enough to allow any of the blossoms and stems to slap me in the face.
26 May Thursday
Greg’s rubbery wet suit hung on a curtain rail suspended by two ropes from a tree in the rain. It was flesh colored because it was turned inside out. The flesh color made it look exposed and very naked. It was sort of a surprise but not really a surprise. Wet suits are everywhere on this island now. Everyone can swim in the freezing cold sea or they can go kite surfing all year long because having a wet suit makes it possible. Not long ago it was unusual to see a wet suit anywhere at all. Today wet suits are sold in supermarkets, which is the most surprising thing.
25 May Wednesday
I had a plastic container full of dog treats. It was labeled Visiting Dogs with thick black marker on brown paper tape. It had all sorts of things in it. Some were things that Em never liked and some were things she was unable to eat in her last months. There were sections of pig’s ears and rawhide chews and little straw-like things. I kept the box around for a long time and whenever I remembered I would offer a treat to a Visiting Dog. It took me forever to use up this mish-mosh of odd things because I usually just went directly to the big box of biscuits. I kept forgetting the plastic container. After a while I dumped the odd things in with the biscuits and that way whatever I pulled out for a dog is what he or she got offered. I removed the piece of brown tape from the empty container and stuck it up on a shelf. The tape itself was not a reminder of Em. It was a reminder of life after Em. Now the tape is peeling off. It is dry and the words Visiting Dogs are less and less visible as it curls up. The tape is peeling off the shelf and soon it will just drop. I could pull it off and throw it away. I should pull it off and throw it away.
24 May Tuesday
Arriving back from away is always new. The arrival itself and the place itself are completely familiar. The familiarity is both comforting and comfortable. Things are always changing. Things are the same but they are never exactly the same. We got home late afternoon. Simon kept repeating: It is so quiet here. It is so quiet here. It is so quiet here. I though it a bit noisy myself as tractors were racing back and forth up in Joe’s fields getting silage in and some cows were bellowing in another field and the birds, well, the birds were making a racket. But he is right. It is quiet here.