Week 13, 14 & 15

Three weeks. That hasn’t happened before. Has it?

I’ve been out. Darling got sick. Then I caught it and it dragged on and on and on and here I am with barely the strength to type. We’ve been getting by , I make a little attempt at making meals and keeping a house and getting out of the house to  buy groceries but mostly I stay in bed and read Roald Dahl. What a genius. I can almost see the twinkle in his eyes as he wrote down his cleverness. I am always grinning to myself and going oh Mr Dahl you genius.

There’s a picture in here of my mother and a big dog walking with her. That’s really what I want to write about.

I used to take my mother for walks in the evenings for a bit of exercise. She’s very slow at it and is unsure of herself but we walk slowly and that particular day in March, we walked farther than we intended to. There was this by-road I wanted her to see. Darling had taken me through it once just to show me the neighborhood and it had lovely old houses and big gardens. I wanted my mother to see them. So there we were walking down this little road when this massive dog, freshly brushed, walked lazily over to us. It didn’t seem too interested in us really. But it was big. And I figured if it made any sudden moves, my mother was not going to be able to move away fast enough. So we had to go back. As we were turning around to leave, my mother clutching my hand very tight, the dog came right up to us, and looked at me. It had big wet eyes , a bit sad and it looked a bit old. Then it started sniffing my mother. We stood very still only moving inches towards the road so as not to startle the dog. And the dog backed away. So we started walking away. Just too slow. The dog let us go a few feet and started following us. It wasn’t interested in me however. It only wanted to make friends with my mother.

We walk to the main road, and the dog is behind us what 10 feet? Then it quickly catches up with us, walks past another 10 feet and stops. Sniffs the ground , the bushes, the leaves, the flowers on the floor. Then it comes back. When the neighborhood dogs started barking at it , it quickly retreated behind my mother’s skirt only peering around her legs when it was safe to do so. It would bump her legs with it’s snout, look at my mother for a bit of affection, then circle us once more.

It would not leave her. It walked slowly with her, never falling back or walking past more than ten feet. And it paid no attention to me whatsoever. I walked away from them to take some pics and it made me smile, to see the two of them walking together as if they belonged.

It walked us up to our lane, and stood there watching us till we got home. There were nasty children down our lane making a huge racket about god knows what and it didn’t seem to want to walk past them anyhow.

I haven’t seen the dog since. But I hope I will.

85/365 26/03/2014 "Take my photo!"

85/365
26/03/2014
“Take my photo!”

86/365 27/03/2014 Cinnamon Rolls beautifully risen before going in the oven. Magic !

86/365
27/03/2014
Cinnamon Rolls beautifully risen before going in the oven. Magic !

87/365 28/03/2014 Not-our-dog walking with my mother. <3

87/365
28/03/2014
Not-our-dog walking with my mother. ❤

88/365 29/03/2014 In the beautiful city of Kandy. Feeling quite the tourist.

88/365
29/03/2014
In the beautiful city of Kandy. Feeling quite the tourist.

89/365 30/03/2014 At the Temple of the sacred tooth relic.

89/365
30/03/2014
At the Temple of the sacred tooth relic.

90/365 31/03/2014 A selfie is the only photo I have today , I took this to see the evening light on my face. Ha.

90/365
31/03/2014
A selfie is the only photo I have today , I took this to see the evening light on my face. Ha.

91/365 01/04/2014 Camping in the living room.

91/365
01/04/2014
Camping in the living room.

92/365 02/04/2014 My mother teaching me to sew. What a severe teacher she turned out to be. Hmph.

92/365
02/04/2014
My mother teaching me to sew. What a severe teacher she turned out to be. Hmph.

93/365 03/04/2014 Morning tea party

93/365
03/04/2014
Morning tea party

94/365 04/04/2014 Going home with malli in a tuk tuk. Malli's having a good chat with the tuk tuk driver.

94/365
04/04/2014
Going home with malli in a tuk tuk. Malli’s having a good chat with the tuk tuk driver.

95/365 05/04/2014 Sunset in Pepiliyana.

95/365
05/04/2014
Sunset in Pepiliyana.

96/365 06/04/2014 Getting ready for the win. Bunker Buster has been poured.

96/365
06/04/2014
Getting ready for the win. Bunker Buster has been poured.

97/365 07/04/2014 What a beautiful day to be alive and happy.

97/365
07/04/2014
What a beautiful day to be alive and happy.

98/365 08/04/2014 Running for Sri Lanka Baton today. Loving it.

98/365
08/04/2014
Running for Sri Lanka Baton today. Loving it.

99/365 09/04/2014 Husband has forgotten his back pack.

99/365
09/04/2014
Husband has forgotten his back pack.

100/366 10/04/2014 I swear I am not into selfies. Terribly sick and in bed. I wanted to see if I have dark circles. And I do. Only photo for the day.

100/366
10/04/2014
I swear I am not into selfies. Terribly sick and in bed. I wanted to see if I have dark circles. And I do. Only photo for the day.

101/365 11/04/2014 Still in bed. Feel like crap.

101/365
11/04/2014
Still in bed. Feel like crap.

102/365 12/04/2014 Took out a shirt to refashion but couldn't muster the strength. Back to bed.

102/365
12/04/2014
Took out a shirt to refashion but couldn’t muster the strength. Back to bed.

103/365 13/04/2014 Adding more to the collection. Thanking my mother for the lessons in sewing.

103/365
13/04/2014
Adding more to the collection. Thanking my mother for the lessons in sewing.

104/365 14/04/2014 Sinhala and Tamil new year. We are on our way from visiting my parents. Rain. Music and husband. Favorite combination.

104/365
14/04/2014
Sinhala and Tamil new year. We are on our way from visiting my parents. Rain. Music and husband. Favorite combination.

105/365 15/04/2014 Dinner with the Samarasinghes.

105/365
15/04/2014
Dinner with the Samarasinghes.

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