Remembering old friends

So it looks like the latest version of the itinerant yard guy is a no show; the lawn is dog belly high and the “never go away” mint and grass is beginning to devour the flowerbeds once again.

I swear, plastic flowers and cement have never looked so appealing to me as they do this morning.

Now, once was a time when I would relish the prospect of attacking the weeds and manicuring the lawn, planting the pretty flowers and dreaming of the abundance of a summer garden.

But that energy is gone like a kite run out of sting, slipping through the fingers and soaring away in Redmond’s eternal breeze, becoming a colorful postage stamp in the sky, then disappearing from sight altogether.

My old Lola dog is giving me “that” look while the two Springers knock and jostle her about like a wave of anchovies, always swerving at the last moment or sweeping over her like some dumb, blind, brainless and smelly mass.

My God the indignities she suffers; once she was the fast one, ears flat, stubby legs like pistons bounding down the beach in pursuit of a seagull caught napping unawares or a ball thrown across the sand.

Now, what’s the use, both Springers are so fast they don’t even notice ” her competition, or as Lola might say “Half the time just they just run to run, ball or no ball.”

Springers bound on the bed as if lifted on wings, Lola puts her paws up and awaits, no, demands, a boost.

Springers follow the Two Leggeds around, tail down, trancelike, until breakfast is set before them; Lola must be summoned, where upon she saunters over to view the repast and to be escorted to her private dining area as the others watch.

No one eats before Lola is ready.

So that’s as it’s become, Lola the elder, grey under the chin, stiff in her back leg, idiosyncratic in manners, loving to some, snappish to others; our only descendant from those dog friends who came before, Rosco and Gina.

Those very names ring a bell in the heart and cause the room to quiet.

Somewhere there are snapshots, tape or movies, Rosco gleefully jumping into the breeze after soap bubbles as they lift away from him, Gina snapping the heads off daisies as an act of retribution against the bee world after being stung once upon the snout.

We trim away the horrid, inevitable endings and save the beauty, as we would stem a rose, tender memories preserved.

Time is precious; hug the ones you love, for they are to soon gone; utter the kind word, it takes little more effort than silence, speak from the heart and always pat the old dog on the head.

George & Barb,


Special Menu Items for the Week

Available only as individual plated entrees.

Includes choice of soup or salad with bread and dessert.
Please give a day’s notice for your order on plated items.

Spicy “Jerk” pork cutlets w/ creamed potatoes           12.50
Marked on the broiler and finished with a dried fruit and mango chutney

Tortilla breaded breast of chicken with tomato salsa            12.50
Pan-fried with whipped potatoes and vegetables.

Breast of Chicken Marsala saute   12.50
A creamy sauté of fresh chicken breast, Marsala wine, mushrooms, onions, good stock, a touch of cream and a bit of demi glace.

Grilled Beef flank steak 13.50
black beans and rosemary brown sauce

Grilled Salmon with Sweet chili and Harissa        12.50
Fresh, salmon marinated with sweet chili and brushed with a fiery Middle Eastern herb paste of chilies, paprika, cardamom and cumin

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