SATURDAY, AUGUST 17
What a busy day. And Chloe was sick (.
Cleaning on top of the five-dog walk, including our last romp with the beasts at the farm. The winds were high, the day clear. Ireland was doing her sparkle full on. The dogs were so happy, playing in the tall grasses, running up the hills, rolling on their backs. Doggie bliss.
Last pig feed, yay. Last hen to home, yay. Good bye huge house…
…so happy to return to Fiona’s — where in our absence, the orchid began to bloom. Always there are tiny bits of loveliness awaiting us, always.
Patrick arrived in the evening. We met him at the bus stop in Leap at Connelly’s Pub. He was having a beer so we joined him and ended up eating pizza there for dinner. A big deal for us…that means we will have two nights out. Feels fiscally irresponsible. How things change depending on our situation. In the cities, we wouldn’t think much of it.
I also had a long talk with Antonin, and perhaps the last I will ever have with him. Who knows if I will ever go back to Prague. A strange feeling. But at least we reconnected for those minutes.
It is calmer at Fiona’s. Saffi is tired and a bit confused. But we will all adjust, again.
Countdown sadly begins.
