Wednesday, December 28, 2011
The old proverb .
Wilf spends most of his day sunbathing on the front doorstep . He rouses himself for a quick break of day trip into town for croissants and a hair tousle by the waitress . Later there's a mid-morning saunter to the fire hydrant and a late afternoon stroll along the old roman road . In between times he sleeps . He does however appear , unbidden and cheerful , at lunch and dinner . He also rouses himself to bark when the womens cooperative drop off a dining chair they forgot to return yesterday .
In the evening ' the font ' boils up the turkey carcass to make bouillon for New Years Eve Tortellini in brodo . Wilf sits in the kitchen staring, enraptured, at the stove and the simmering pot . A study in hope . He gets to taste some of the broth . PON's are great exponents of the old proverb - "The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth ".
Such are the happy routines of life with an old friend .