We didn’t sleep soundly last night. Somehow, Felix opened the door to the upstairs “Hobbit” room, let out a blood-curding screech and came running downstairs with his feet barely brushing the floor. We’re not sure if he found an unwelcome intruder up there or if the door slammed shut on him…..it was a frightening experience for all of us. I’m advocating the door theory but Craig’s of the mind that there’s a critter up there, so he set a mouse trap this morning. I hope he’s wrong.
We took a short drive to the Lidl, a small discount grocery store near Capestang, just to see what they carry. We were surprised to see wine from California….at 2 euros a bottle! When French wine is so abundant and reasonable, why ship cheap California wine over here?
Felix lucked out again….we found something else for him that we’ve been looking for….a throw rug to place under his tower so his “landing” spot is softer (we’re concerned that his repeated jumps to the tile floor will cause arthritis or other problems down the road). Felix doesn’t like change so he wasn’t too sure about this new object invading his space but, after a few sniffs and paw-feels, he decided it was safe and spent the next hour sitting on it while watching the outdoors through the open window.
Therapy tonight was with Angelique who asked me to tell her what we did this weekend….in French. I gathered my thoughts and told her, in my very best pigeon French, that we went to the Pottery Market in Salleles on Saturday but I didn’t buy anything and on Sunday, we Skyped with our son, his wife, four friends and our grandbaby…. “Nous allés a Marché de Poterie a Salleles d’Aude a samedi, mais je ne acheté rien. A dimanche, nous “Skyped” avec nous fils, la femme, quatre amis et nous grandbebe.” Many, many errors, but she understood and gently corrected my mistakes. All in all, thank God she speaks English.
The hated canes were awaiting my return down the ramp. Hopping the length of the ramp, although exhausting, is do-able. What remained elusive on my entrance was the hop over the threshold, but Angelique paid no heed to my protestation. With Angelique and Craig at my sides….each on opposite sides of the door….I was able to hop over the Mount Everest threshold. Did I feel a great sense of accomplishment in overcoming this impossible feat? Hell, no….I was terrified.
After therapy, we’ve become accustomed to sitting on the patio, winding down with an aperitif or a glass of wine as we watch the boats, bikes and walkers go by. Tonight, Felix was watching us from the window…..on the comfort of his new rug.
And so it goes….