Off the hook

Byzans has found a new restplace on a kitchen chair. I think she enjoys being close, should Treats appear.

Had a plumber today. He was phoneless, so his colleagues had to call me when they wanted to speak to him.

It turned out that servicing the heat pump involved climbing it to look for important information that was printed on top of it. I suggested that was for the customer's amusement, which he confirmed.

M and I are back from our summer vacation in Skåne, and we're back to autumn. Given how hot this summer was (and the forest fires not far from here), that is a little odd.

The air is actually quite pleasant, but you need an extra shirt. The trees are green, with a little yellow.

The cats have been de-wormed.

There was some very nice-looking chard in the garden. M and I had some in a stew last week.

Then there was a family of beautiful deer (they are really gorgeous).

Now there's only the carrots.

I get a very odd kind of mixed feelings, when I see Loffe put his front paws protectively around the mouse he's playing with.

Ok, now you guys have made me try new ways of speaking.

How do you sing under your breath?

I think all the rain we should have had during this summer is falling now. It's wild.

I went to see a physiotherapist about my back. She was a funny, talkative woman with steel grey hair, who made notes all over a sheet of paper -- one at the top, another down in the corner, then some along the edge. Next time, she went on writing on that same paper.

The main outcome of this was that I got some exercises. And interstingly enough, they help. Oh, I'm sure my problem is just your basic lower back pain, which can be dealt with easily, but she avoided the feeling of Magic that physiotherapy always has had to me. It's not that I don't understand what it's supposed to do (I think I do, at least), it's that I never see the direct connection. But with these exercises I do. I can work and balance the specific muscles, and I can put as much weight on them as I want to.

And of course, what finishes the deal in the end is stretching. No surprise there.

300 words today. It's been a while...

Yesterday, I found myself having to perform a funeral.

I went around the house for some reason or other, and there was a squirrel lying in the grass. I don't know what happened to it, and neither of the cats appeared interested, I decided to dig a little hole under the lilac and put it there. And read a couple of lines from an old ballad about grief. It was actually about the grief of birds and fish, but I didn't find anything about squirrels.

Rest in peace little squirrel. May your tiny body give some nutrition to the lilac.