Della,
Because of the time difference between Vancouver and St Denis I opened your recent picture of your head at breakfast. It really brought home just what you went through with the melanoma and how much pain you suffered and of course how very frightened you must have been. Congratulations again on fighting your way through it all and remember to be kind to yourself for having the courage it required to do it.
On a lighter subject, dogs which I know you like and apologies if I have already told all or some of this. At the end of the field which is supposedly my garden some folks have built a new house and then got a very large and very young dog, some kind of setter. Any time they open the door to their house the dog makes a run for the great outdoors which has rabbits, cats and who knows what else to be investigated. When they notice he is gone the kids, usually the daughter who is about 10 or 12 is sent out to track him down. When she spots him she takes off running towards him and he thinks this is great and runs towards her, passes her on one side or the other and goes off in a new direction with her in pursuit. This goes on for a while a lot like a Charlie Chaplain movie until she is pooped and he is bored and then he heads off on new adventures, sometimes coming up to see me. After we have said hello, usually him jumping all over me and nearly knocking me down I get a hold of him and walk him back down the field to his home.
Because of the time difference between Vancouver and St Denis I opened your recent picture of your head at breakfast. It really brought home just what you went through with the melanoma and how much pain you suffered and of course how very frightened you must have been. Congratulations again on fighting your way through it all and remember to be kind to yourself for having the courage it required to do it.
On a lighter subject, dogs which I know you like and apologies if I have already told all or some of this. At the end of the field which is supposedly my garden some folks have built a new house and then got a very large and very young dog, some kind of setter. Any time they open the door to their house the dog makes a run for the great outdoors which has rabbits, cats and who knows what else to be investigated. When they notice he is gone the kids, usually the daughter who is about 10 or 12 is sent out to track him down. When she spots him she takes off running towards him and he thinks this is great and runs towards her, passes her on one side or the other and goes off in a new direction with her in pursuit. This goes on for a while a lot like a Charlie Chaplain movie until she is pooped and he is bored and then he heads off on new adventures, sometimes coming up to see me. After we have said hello, usually him jumping all over me and nearly knocking me down I get a hold of him and walk him back down the field to his home.
About a week ago on a bright sunny day I was outside digging some dirt that nature had put in the wrong place and taking it and putting it around the house. At the same time I have a big bonfire of dead wood and windfall burning in front of the house, which requires watching in case I become the Irish man in the village who set fire to a neighbours chestnut trees. After a few hours I saw that one of the two seasonal winds that local people keep talking about, one from the Atlantic and one from N. Africa, was bringing large rain filled clouds. So I poked up the bonfire and start shoveling out the last wheelbarrow of soil at double speed when I suddenly started feeling very short of breath, very much akin as I understood later to the shortness of breath that accompanied my heart attack two years ago, but yet not quite the same. So I was shoveling madly and trying to assess subtle variations in shortness of breath and the possible terminal stupidity of what I was doing, when I suddenly experienced what felt like a very heavy blow across my back. I stopped myself from falling over by leaning on the spade and thought shit, not really thought as not enough time elapsed to take in what was one of those first time experiences. Suddenly Banzai the dog as he is named, appeared this time in front and jumped on me again from that side, being exceedingly happy to be outdoors and to find a friend, even if it was now raining. And after I took it all in I was exceedingly happy to see him, a large and increasingly wet dog.
A couple of days later I was again outside working in the garden when a couple of friends stopped by unexpectedly. I put some bottles, glasses and nibbles on the table on the terrace and we sat and chatted for a while. Then about 7 PM I remembered I had promised to have a drink with some other friends in the village. My guests understood and I saw them off, ran around closing up the house and went outside, late but on the way, to again be greeted warmly by Banzai. Shit again, I am late but if I leave him who knows where he will end up. But to walk him back down the field where the grass is now extremely tall will take forever. So I opened the back door to the car and tried pushing him in and he thinks this is a great new game and around and around the car we go. Finally by opening both back doors and getting on the opposite side of the car I enticed him in and closed the doors. But he was most upset and either wanted out or maybe to drive but he clearly now wanted to be in the drivers seat with me.
So we compromised by my opening the passenger window for him an showing him how much fun it is by shoving his head out the window and off we went to his home. There a very sad little boy became very happy said merci monsieur we have been looking everywhere for him – again. But now Banzai does not want to get out, he is sitting in the passenger seat waiting for the door to be closed, us to get underway and to stick his head out the window again. Finally the big sister came out and gave him unbridled heck, he jumped down, sat at her feet and she proceeded to give him an intense finger waving lecture. And I swear it was the first time I fully understood the expression hang dog. I lack the skill to properly describe him, he had his head down and to one side but his eyes were sort of looking up at her and he had this kind of kind of really sorrowful but also shit eating grin which conveyed “OK you got me and I am sorry but we both know that next time the door is open…”
Be well, and if you are having a good day remember as Kurt Vonnegut’s uncle used to say “this is probably as nice as it gets”
Your friend,
John
A couple of days later I was again outside working in the garden when a couple of friends stopped by unexpectedly. I put some bottles, glasses and nibbles on the table on the terrace and we sat and chatted for a while. Then about 7 PM I remembered I had promised to have a drink with some other friends in the village. My guests understood and I saw them off, ran around closing up the house and went outside, late but on the way, to again be greeted warmly by Banzai. Shit again, I am late but if I leave him who knows where he will end up. But to walk him back down the field where the grass is now extremely tall will take forever. So I opened the back door to the car and tried pushing him in and he thinks this is a great new game and around and around the car we go. Finally by opening both back doors and getting on the opposite side of the car I enticed him in and closed the doors. But he was most upset and either wanted out or maybe to drive but he clearly now wanted to be in the drivers seat with me.
So we compromised by my opening the passenger window for him an showing him how much fun it is by shoving his head out the window and off we went to his home. There a very sad little boy became very happy said merci monsieur we have been looking everywhere for him – again. But now Banzai does not want to get out, he is sitting in the passenger seat waiting for the door to be closed, us to get underway and to stick his head out the window again. Finally the big sister came out and gave him unbridled heck, he jumped down, sat at her feet and she proceeded to give him an intense finger waving lecture. And I swear it was the first time I fully understood the expression hang dog. I lack the skill to properly describe him, he had his head down and to one side but his eyes were sort of looking up at her and he had this kind of kind of really sorrowful but also shit eating grin which conveyed “OK you got me and I am sorry but we both know that next time the door is open…”
Be well, and if you are having a good day remember as Kurt Vonnegut’s uncle used to say “this is probably as nice as it gets”
Your friend,
John