Saturday, July 25, 2009

Living at the Corner of Murphy's Law and Devil's Island

Last night I was coming back in the house after dispensing dog treats and the two male dogs began to skirmish inches away from me. As I walked through the doorway, one of them grabbed me by the leg--gently thank heaven so that no saliva penetrated the lined silk skirt I was wearing nor did he break the skin. It was still a depressing way to end the day and I turned off my phone and went to bed before 8.

Have I mentioned that I have had enough of being the sole participant on Survivor?

This morning Yong came with a gorgeous papaya, which she carefully peeled and deseeded for me. It is succulent and fresh and completely delectable--reminding me that it is Sunday and there is kindness and good food in the world beyond my immediate borders.

4 comments:

Tokyo Ern said...

Final day of solitude? Introduced a couple more Japanese microbrews on my blog (just to make you thirsty)!

Chris said...

Um, you owe me a drink, even though we are at an impasse...Read Mom some of your blog today. She giggled about the gigolo (or inconvenient lack thereof).

Kim said...

My skin is starting to crawl ... this is like reading a novel. Good stuff for literature; not so great for life, it seems.

janet said...

Oh Ernie--who could ever guess you had that little cruel streak going on...
Thanks, Chris.
Kim I had a horrible feeling I was going to be turned into a vegetable by a falling coconut--such a relief to escape before that happened!