Symbolism

This is what I hope Moll and I will be doing all next week. Playing and relaxing and having FUN.

But first of all, I have had an unwanted visitor who I feared was coming away with us tomorrow.

She was irksome, painful, and like a greedy fledgeling, ate and ate, growing larger and redder as the days went by. Antibiotics were prescribed – the first lot disagreed with me, so we tried another lot.

By yesterday afternoon my visitor was huge, throbbing and it was difficult to talk.
Then, as I met a friend last night, we started talking about our worst fears. I cried. As you do. She hugged me, proved what a wonderful friend she is and I cried some more.

I got back, had supper with Himself and we talked about love and cuddles and what they mean, how important they are.

“Like an internal memo,” said Himself. “We can use them to express how we feel just with actions.”

I hugged that thought to me (and actually didn’t cry) and later, as I brushed my teeth, I felt something in my mouth burst. I won’t go into the gory details, but I started trembling and laughing with relief and wonder.

My abscess had burst.

This morning my poor battered gum is almost flat and my relief is as great as the sunshine streaming through the windows.

And on that note I will bid you au revoir – we are off tomorrow for a week. A week away from work, computers and everything else. It will no doubt rain but what the hell?

PS I have just read Elizabeth Berg's latest blog (see link on side bar, links don't seem to be working) and she says, "All people need is recipes, and to be love and be loved. And dogs."

Being somewhat of a philistine when it comes to food, I would omit the recipes but wholeheartedly endorse the rest of it. What do you think?