January 27, 2010. Wednesday.
Situation: Have to leave for work around 4, take Mwayla for walk about 3. Chance to try out my boots with the rubber cement bulging out on them.
State of the Path: No sooner am I walking into the walled garden than I realize there’s a crack in one of the boots that Moi missed cementing up. Walk as much as I can into the weeds, although it’s hard to do (and probably hard on the boots) where there are jaggers sticking up. Water still trickling in streams through the maples down by the wigwam; still hear water being sucked into the hole.
State of the Creek: The water behind the log and barrel jam doesn’t seem as deep as yesterday. Cow piss foam against one of the logs.
The Fetch: When I get up to the clearing, Mway is not there. I have to call out, “Mway! Mway!” I see her form running through the back yard. I wait a minute, then see her coming down the path. Five fetches, and she rushes off. When we get into the house, I understand what’s been up. Alma is here for her lesson. Mway rushes around, gets her treat. I point out to Moi the crack in one of the boots. Then as Mway passes us to go upstairs, Moi yells “She’s all wet and filthy. Close the bed room door,” and I have to race Mway up the steps, pulling her back by the hair, to get to the door first.
