In between fighting the nauseous feeling in my belly and the ball in my throat, I made this yummy Herbed Gnocchi and Mushrooms recipe from The Kitchn last night (no, that is not a typo). I know that intro didn’t sound very appetizing but believe me, that meal tastes better than I have felt over the past few days.
Hugo and I are venturing out to the beach tomorrow morning, for some sun and relaxation with Nala despite the sad events of the past week. I am really looking forward to it. Especially after the somber afternoon I just had. I had a lengthy conversation with our gardener Jose, who is a staple in our small neck of the woods. Jose has cared for the livestock, and the ranches they live on, in our corner of the canyon for many years, meaning he knows everyone’s story. We are currently putting in some fresh new grass in our backyard citrus garden so he stopped by the house around 4pm today to drop off the organic topsoil and grass seed. We stood in the shade of the house, within feet of my husband’s sleeping bass boat, and discussed the sadness in the air. I told him about Kaiser. He nodded and paused, acknowledging exactly what I was saying and feeling with his limited English. He didn’t have to say much but yet I knew that he completely understood.
We had discussed Kaiser’s health last week, as Kaiser greeted Jose through the fence. Jose has always been scared of our Rottweilers, based solely on his overwhelming fear of dogs in general, however, last week was different. I don’t know if it was because Kaiser’s energy was deteriorating but there was a calm sense of understanding for the first time between the two. Kaiser wasn’t flipping out at him through the fence and Jose wasn’t retreating in fear. The three of us just stood and talked, enjoying the company and sunshine.
During the rest of my afternoon chat with Jose, we also talked about my ailing neighbor Mark as well as two additional cancer diagnoses in the surrounding hillsides and subsequent deaths. It was sad, depressing and maddening. Illnesses are far too common and devastating to everyone they touch. I concluded the exchange by reminding my friend to count his blessings. I am not sure if he understood what I said exactly but he felt my energy.
As I am sitting here solo on a Saturday night, as my husband works a sixteen hour shift, a Clear The Shelters show was on TV. I just watched a few light-hearted videos of rescue animals, some of which were from The Dodo and all of which distracted me from the melancholy in the air. Check out their videos, hopefully they will warm your heart as they did mine.