Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Goodbye Dr. S.

O proud left food, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin;
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from heaven’t yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke-banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, ‘tis what is is all about.
Yesterday,I diddled away much of the day toting wood, sorting garbage and walking Sheba. At 2: 15 I took Sheba to the vet’s to have stitches out. She made no fuss about going to the vet, none again being put onto the table and again, nothing, when her stitches were removed. I love my puppy!
Sheba is just ideal; I bathed her last night and she offers absolutely no resistance. She’s also easily the most affectionate and attentive dog I’ve ever had and that’s saying something. Spike and Bela were perfectly obedient and profoundly friendly but they accepted affection, they didn’t revel in it like Sheba does.
After getting the stitches out we went into town and when I got out of the car, I “had a moment.” The air smelt so pure, fresh and moist and the daffodils exploding all around the parking gave the gentle wind a lovely fragrance. It was such a lovely Spring day in spite of the gray and the drizzle.
When it’s raining here — unless it’s really raining — it’s heavenly now because it’s not cold and light rain doesn’t bother me here like it did in the city. 
Colin is no longer editing so I’m on my own with A(r)mour: The Defiant Dress. I didn’t do much yesterday but I got started and, as usual, I feel I’m improving it — especially this time after a long break. I’m going through it with eyes that feel fresh.
May is right around the corner and that’s when I’m to get back in touch with The Arts Club.
Today I go to the city for breakfast with Cathy, to do some errands and for my last appointment with Dr. Shoja at VGH. When I leave Dr. S., I go down to the hospital lobby and Beth will meet me there. She is coming home with me on the plane to start her stay here.
Can Miss I-Have-Fifteen-Things-To-Do-Today from Toronto find a few weeks of happiness with a crotchety old homosexual with C-PTSD who’s used following his muse independently? Stay tuned. I told her we’ll be living a Reality Show: "Two anxious neurotics lock themselves in a cabin. See what happens next.”

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