These are truly the halcyon days of spring. Sun, light breezes, new grass pusing up through the dirt and lots of time to loll around in our dust bowl, recovering from winter. Best of all, there are no flies yet but that will change soon enough. They make their appearance just as the last of the snow is slinking away from the shady spots.
The woman is once again climbing aboard Doc and Molly but sometimes, depending on their level of liveliness, she spins them around on the long rope first. She is so hobbit-like in stature that she uses a plastic box to ascend the lofty heights and she also uses it to conceal her hard-shell head covering while she is doing her horse spinning. Today she glanced left and right, and assuming there were no donkeys in the vicinity, she stashed the headgear in the box. Foolish woman, I spied her every move.
Soon she was busy chivvying Molly around in circles. I made a stealthy approach to the box and examined the head cover. It had the promising look of a food bowl but in fact is simply an empty vessel, much like her head. It did have an unpleasant musty hair smell so I carried it off by one of it's straps, meaning to drop it in a hole or possibly a manure pile. Too late, her shifty eyes spotted me.
"For the love of *&^%$% ", she screeched, "how old do you think you are, you bloody lunatic?" You see- when I say she's becoming positively addled, this is the sort of thing I mean. She knows perfectly well I'll be 14 on May 10th. She's the one planning the party and now she's forgotten my age?? She pursued me, towing Molly behind her like an unwilling barge. She finally threatened me with the long whip and I dropped the unattractive head covering. I withdrew in a dignified manner, leaving her to bemoan the slight scratches on the offending object.
Now on to the Doc news. Yesterday the foot man came and herself always has the camera ready just in case there are any memorable moments she feels should be inflicted on an unsuspecting public. She took a few shots of Sally playing with sticks in the sun and then put the camera on the windowsill while she picked up some litter. Silly baggage had left it in operational mode. Doc strolled over and pushed it around for a bit and then tried to pick it up. As he explored further, it made some clicking sounds which he found appealing but as he was walking off with it, she materialized out of nowhere and snatched it from him in an abrupt and frankly peevish manner. After a good cleaning, it seems the device is still operational but somehow Doc managed to capture some images. He SAYS they're images but we're not sure if they're complete random rubbish or the work of a brilliant artist who has discovered his medium. I'll let you be the judge.