It was dark and dreary when we woke up. Felix was already in the living room on his cat tower looking up inquisitively at the ceiling. We turned our eyes upward but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Felix was ever-vigilant….his ears were perked and pointed as his eyes scoured the uppermost walls. We turned on the telly and heard a static-like noise. Drat….is the cable going out? Felix, his senses much keener than ours, knew better. He jumped off the tower, whisked across the tiled floor, leapt on the mantle and stretched up as tall as he could….scratching at the walls. His scratching was echoed on the other side. Uh-oh….it’s not the cable afterall.
Craig went outside trying to ascertain what it was, how it got in and, more importantly in my humble opinion, how to get it out! No luck there….looks like we’ll need to peaceably co-exist for a while. The rustlings soon subsided and we went about our day….me, a little less comfortably than Craig.
The afternoon brought my water therapy session with Jaky. Every day he adds a few more exercises. Now, in addition to the Moonwalk and ballet exercises, I’m doing leg lunges (if you can call them that since my knee barely reaches over my ankle). I enjoy my “rendezvous” with Jaky. He has a great sense of humor and a very calming demeanor. I trust that with his help, I’ll be walking again soon.
We took the road less travelled on our way home. It’s so utterly beautiful here….vivid blue skies, green vineyards glistening with ripe fruit, golden fields of wheat, grey-green olive groves….in the distance, small villages with their burnt orange tile roofs and tall church spires tempt further exploration. As we drive through this wondrous country, we talk of our upcoming trip back home to California….we very much miss our family and friends and are looking forward to spending time with them….but then we remember the freeways, the congestion, the smog, the noise….and we somehow know that returning to Languedoc will truly feel more like coming home.