Saturday, June 4, 2011
In the meantime, the raspberries are almost as abundant as last year's crop even if I think the berries are a little smaller. The tomatoes are coming along fine. I planted the zuchini and cucumbers so late, it's too soon to see what's going to happen.
I'm not really worried about cucumbers, tomatoes and salads coming from Spain or closer to home. I prefer closer to home, but I always have preferred local when I can find it and it's not twice the price of Spanish. It's really a shame that the authorities were so quick to pinpoint the blame for the E-coli outbreak in Germany on Spain and its produce. I understand the growers' rage. I can't understand why people are continuing to boycott the produce and even refuse to buy produce from elsewhere, like here. The stores are not helping. Paul bought a cucumber (a French cucumber) the other day and the price was not any cheaper than before this scare.
I spent Wednesday and Friday helping a friend move her stuff from one storage place that's closing down to another. It made me think that in the early days of Gameboy, I played Boxxle and the training paid off. I'm feeling a little sore, but I did nothing horrible to my back or shoulder; I could use a good massage, though.
On Thursday, she and I went for a little walk in the Bois de Vincennes. On the first lap around the Lac des Minimes we saw mama swan and her cygnets eating on the bank; on the second round they were cooling off in the water. There were also ducks and other water birds. I think I saw some geese. Thursday was a holiday in France (Ascension) and although Paris looks deserted, there were still enough people around to fill up the Bois. There were cars parked all along the road to Nogent and it looked like every row boat was out on the little lake. We had some ice cream at the food stand and people were waiting for seats, and then scrambling to find a place in the shade. It's a shame Paul's not feeling up to these walks any more.
Last week we had a real scare with the cat, Rocky. He didn't eat a thing over the weekend Paul made an appointment with the vet on Tuesday for the next morning. The vet ran a blood test and found that he had an infection in addition to general dehydration. They hooked him up to an IV, started antibiotics, and Thursday afternoon, we picked him up. He's old, for a cat. We can't just leave him under the care of the neighbors any more if we want to go anywhere for a few days; he's too needy. He's got his thyroid medicine twice a day, the antibiotic until tomorrow and he's very irregular as far as eating is concerned. We're down to half-can doses from 2 to 5 times a day. No more dry food (2 years already); no more fresh meat from the butcher or leftovers from us -- except the other day, he did manage to eat a little of my left over swordfish. We have to take him back to the vet for another checkup in about 10 days and I think we'll arrange another "hotel" stay with the vet so we can go to England. For a trip to Tours and St. Aignan, we'll ask one of the kids to come stay at the house for a weekend.