The walk.

 

 

IMG_0178our garden

 

” There was no possibility of taking a walk today”. The wind was howling and the sky yellow with dust and smoke. The trees giving clear warning signs by twisting and bending with stoic acceptance. What can they do about it? At best resist but surrender some branches if necessary. It must be painful to be a tree at times. But, all things pass. Even big storms.

We were not really given an option not to walk with the yelping of Milo. He knows how to bend and twist us to what he wants. He stands inside looking at the closed door and gives those sad little yelps before looking pleadingly at us. How do they learn that? I mean, people can easily make one and another feel guilty, but a dog?

After packing Milo in the car where he sits on the console between me and Helvi, you can tell he achieved his wish. No wagging of tails or joyful acknowledgement. He is so confident in his control there is no need for civility or gratefulness. He stares straight ahead and waits for us to take off. With the howling storm we thought of just driving to the next town and taking a short walk. During week-ends we keep walks with Milo short.

Motor-bikes and Milo don’t mix and we haven’t been successful in him making amends with noisy motor-bikes. He goes wild and just about performs self-strangulation straining manically on his leash till I am purple in the face trying to hold him. After parking the car we went for a walk. Helvi holding onto me and I holding onto an arrogant Milo. The storm was so fierce even I was scared of blowing over. At our age a fall could be nasty. One of the good things of dying is that it is much easier done lying down. It helps to stay positive.

Did you know that Charlotte Bronte after submitting some of her best poems to a possible publisher was told, that even though her poetry was very good, ‘a woman best fulfils her life within domesticity and family. Creative writing was best left to men!’

As for our walk, we managed to do a short one and only one motor-bike passed us. It is still storming outside. Tomorrow, I’ll be back for a check-up by the cardiologist after a month of medications for an unreliable and restless heart. I take 6 different tablets and some of them are giving me intestinal storm and freezing cold hands. The tree of life, for sure. It is summer and I sit around wearing heavy gloves. But, what can you do?

All things pass.

 

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26 Responses to “The walk.”

  1. doesitevenmatter3 Says:

    Your garden photo is lovely, Gerard! What a peaceful place!

    What you said about Milo made me laugh, because I live with Cooper! 😉 🐶 😛
    Walking in the cold and wind is not as much fun as walking on a sunny calm day. Cooper likes to walk in any weather except a hard rain. So he gets me up and out even on blustery days and nights. 🙂

    I did not know that about Charlotte Bronte. I’m so glad things have changed.

    I wish you the best related to your cardiologist check-up. I hope things are much improved. (I have next big re-check with the nephrologist next week. Ack.)

    Yes, this too will pass.
    (((HUGS))) for you and Helvi! 🙂
    PATS for Milo! 🐶
    PS…I always enjoy your writing style and what you write, Gerard. You have a gift for writing. 🙂

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      The walk with Cooper? Does he hate motor-bikes? Milo is impossible when taken for a walk at week-ends when large groups of motor-bike riders race up the mountain. They stop here where we live, and they queue up for a hot meat-pie from the pie shop. We tried to be firm and used to take a bottle of water and squeeze it in his face whenever he goes berserk by the motor-bike. He doesn’t even respond and keeps on with his manic behaviour.
      We have now capitulated and try and pull him away around a corner or hide his view from the motor-bike. He needs a couch and a good dog-psychiatrist.
      My check-up is at 11am and I am ready! I will let you know.
      Thank you for your kindness, Carolyn.
      Hugs,
      Gerard.

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      • doesitevenmatter3 Says:

        You’re welcome, Gerard.

        Cooper doesn’t like motor-bikes, cars, trucks…all of them scare him. He doesn’t bark at them, he tries to get away from them. Poor Coop! He could use a good dog-psychiatrist, too. 🙂

        Yes, let me know how it goes.
        (((HUGS)))

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      • gerard oosterman Says:

        The visit to the cardiologist went fine. I have a dodgy heart that needs medication to make it pump a bit easier. One medication was deleted and another exchanged for a different one.

        I watched a program last night that pointed out that the medical world is very much in the palms of the producers of medicine. Over prescription is rampant because it makes a lot of money. Doctors and pharmaceutical companies are shoulder to shoulder and have nice lunches feasting on the back of all the patients being over-prescribed.

        So, what to make of this? Exercise seems to work better than pills is what came out of the program. Stay on your feet. Don’t sit down too much. A good diet, stay away from sugar, alcohol, smoking and hope for the best.
        Hugs,
        Gerard

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      • doesitevenmatter3 Says:

        Thank you for letting me know how the cardiologist appointment went.

        Yes, that is great advice. We are all dealing with genetics and aging…so we do the things you listed the best we can and hope for the best. 🙂
        (((HUGS)))

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  2. freefall852 Says:

    Gerard…when you describe and let us “indolent voyers” out here in the ether touch on yours and Helvi’s little world that you so tenderly describe with your forays outside your front gate and into the public arena…and while so many of us also live equally private lives but at the same time are compelled to “rub shoulders” with the great unwashed in the aisles and carriages of markets and trains…I cannot help but feel I am stepping into the pages of a novella..each “adventure” a chapter or verse of the picaresque travels of a couple of …almost…roguish kids!
    It almost ….almost makes one envious of the little thrills of excitement you two enjoy…I love it!
    We live out here in the Murray Mallee in what I call ; “splendid isolation”..so reading of the travails of city living is a novelty…keep up the good work till you keel over..and may that be a long time off!

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      The keeling over is something we will have trouble remembering, Jo.
      Glad you enjoy my snippets of daily life which is as adventurous as anyone’s. We all will be lucky to get out alive.

      I am hoping the old heart quack will take me off at least one or two medications. I get freezing hands and suffer tumultuous bowel rumblings. What will the neighbours think?

      Yesterday we bought a Christmas light rope with a small solar panel which we have hung around some of the trees. It worked and it looked so pretty last night all twinkling away so nicely. Am I getting into the Christmas spirit? It has a program with 6 settings. It came with its own little booklet of instructions.

      It just never stops. Does it?

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      • freefall852 Says:

        We have a quiet Christmas this year ..the kids and their kids are doing their own things..I guess it’s what comes of not really being that keen on tradition nor encouraging it that comes down to it…I am looking forward to Irene and myself having a nice Christmas lunch in peace and quiet…It’ll be the first for God knows how long…a lifetime it seems….
        Used to have lights..but one year I couldn’t untangle the bloody things and I got frustrated and went berserk and tore the f#cking things to pieces!…It gets like that with techy stuff sometimes…

        I remember one day walking on the Noarlunga jetty..and just as we came abreast of a fishing-bloke in a wind-cheater watching his fishing rod leaning against the rail there….and SO OBVIOUSLY pissed off with the whole idea of fishing…he suddenly yells out ..: “F#ck the doctor! F#ck my dicky heart and F#cking f#ck fishing!! “…and he hurled the rod, a bucket he had there and the fishing tackle box off the jetty into the water and strode off down the jetty toward the shore…
        Thinking on it I suppose his doctor had advised him to live a more calming lifestyle….”Take up fishing for a hobby” I can almost hear him say…
        Yes…it just never stops alright…

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      • gerard oosterman Says:

        We are counting the days when Christmas is gone. The hype and those obscene hams and shopping is all too much. It’s fake Christmas. Father Christmas has even morphed into a female to calm mothers at supermarkets who might think a male Santa is up to no-good with her kiddies.

        I remember in the old times the Mid-Night Mass with the jolly drunken priests and parishioners. It’s all gone now, Jo. Even the Bogong moths have gone in search of better mountains.

        We will also just have a quiet peaceful Christmas. A couple of burning candles. Perhaps a walk along the creek. Hopefully no trolleys have been hurled into the water upsetting the ducks and frogs.

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      • freefall852 Says:

        Here, Gerard…I am beginning to think you think like me…this in memory of how things are and how they could be.. https://freefall852.wordpress.com/2018/10/14/a-two-dollar-coin/

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  3. Curt Mekemson Says:

    Maybe Milo knows it is good to get you out and about Girard, if only for a short time. The trees are built to deal with adversity. I look at the old oaks around here— beat up by drought, and insects, and storms, and yet still standing, still believing in another spring. Maybe we are like them. My thoughts are with you, Helvi and Milo. –Curt

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      The trees in front of our house are Manchurian pears. They grow very fast and are very leafy. During the storm I could watch the trunk straining and twisting and some branches were blown off. I like the force of nature and a good thunderstorm is what I really admire. I liked the photos on your blog showing those thunderheads. Beautiful, Curt.

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      • Curt Mekemson Says:

        Thanks, Gerard. I too, like storms, although being outside in a lightning storm can get a little scary. It isn’t unusual to find downed limbs on our property after a major wind storm, and occasionally downed trees. The drought has impacted the health of many of our trees. –Curt

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  4. Therese Trouserzoff Says:

    We had a Jack Russell for six years. She was the smartest dog I ever lived with (and stubbornest too). The Emmlet taught her to ride a skateboard – and because she was a real little shit to take for a walk they often combined the two. They would hop on the skateboard instead of the dog – and the dog – husky-like would tow them for hundreds of metres down our gunbarrel footpath.

    Here’s something for you – Neil Young doing Fats Domino’s Walking to New Orleans…

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      He, Milo tows me along without a skateboard. He is so strong he will end up dragging me into the river. They are the best dog but not for the faint hearted.
      It’s the sort of dog that could knock on your door and ask to see the manager.
      Thanks for the Neil Young, we played Fats Domino’s last week.

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      • Therese Trouserzoff Says:

        Our Jack was of the American type – longer legs. She could jump into my arms from a standing start. Then climb into my shoulders and stay there while I walked around – I think she’d seen Long John Silver’s Parrot.

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  5. Therese Trouserzoff Says:

    Just a side question – We’ve been running the Pig’s Arms for over ten years now and we’ve assiduously avoided advertising.

    Underneath your fine article was a pure crap – and downright irresponsible advertisement for curing or preventing diabetes by putting half an onion in your sock. I clicked on it and the result was something about baking powder. What an absolute crock.

    How do you feel about this kind of rubbish being interspersed with your work ? Do you reckon a disclaimer will protect you from litigation by somebody who tries the half onion trick and still gets diabetes ? Maaate !

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    • Therese Trouserzoff Says:

      Apologies, Gez. I posted this reply on the wrong blog ! Idiot !

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      • gerard oosterman Says:

        That’s alright, Trouserzoff. On other peoples’ computers ads do appear and also on my own iPhone. I thought the onion was an adv. for making girls more beautiful.
        I might wear an onion extract as a kind of repellent against Fascinating Russian divorcees.

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    • Big M Says:

      Sorry, I think it was my onion.

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      • Therese Trouserzoff Says:

        Nah it was on the Email that WordPress sent me notifying me of Gez’ new blog entry.

        Tell me, Big, Do youse get adds when youse get new post notifications from the Pig’s Arms ? They would be the pits….. the Pig’s Arms pits.? Aha ha ha😊

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      • Big M Says:

        I never get advertising on WordPress emails or articles. The Nigerian princes are leaving me alone, as are those who are keen on enhancing the size of my phallus and the hardness of my tumescence.

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      • gerard oosterman Says:

        That looks like a ploy from the Russians Big M. Be careful!
        Eat an apple instead and reflect on India at the feet of Mother England.

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      • Big M Says:

        Yes, it could be the Russians. mad for onions, but the ensuing flatus is too much to bear. I’ll stick to apples, although I’m unsure of India’s role in the whole thing. perhaps it was the ‘Mango tax’, made famous by Shashi Tharoor?

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      No, Trouserzoff. We don’t get ads on my blog on my computer, but I do receive them on my Apple iPhone. I also know that on other peoples’ computers there are ads. Don’t know what I can do about that.

      Some time ago I used to get e-mails from Russian Fascinating Divorces but I was not fooled. They all had deep cleavages as proof of femineity but nothing much else. I told them to be gone and never darken my doorstep again.

      About that half onion. That is to prevent worms, isn’t it? Nothing to do with curing diabetes.

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      • freefall852 Says:

        Well, that’s interesting, Gerald, about the Russians…I used to get Twitter requests to follow what must have been their cousins in America…with names like : “Angela Fullsome”…or whatever..the same physique as you describe above…except perhaps a tad more well-fed!…must be all those “Big Macs”…I too sent them away with the proverbial flea-in-ear..especially after one tried to hook me up with her mother-in-law!…

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