Wed. July 4, 2012
We have slept for a few hours and awake somewhat refreshed
but groggy. We decide to hang out on the
wall of the Murray
Canal and try to
recuperate from both our physical woes and our spiritual hammering.
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| Twilight on the Murray Canal |
It’s hard to describe the feeling that you get when you are
up against uncontrollable nature and it is, to some degree, your fault that you
didn’t anticipate the difficulty. It is kind of like a depression. Also, the
guilt you feel from having watched the cats, who have absolutely no idea why
this happening, try to make do.
I have decided to make one of our favourite dishes, Shrimp
Sambuca, tonight to try to take the edge off. It is still windy but it is
supposedly going to die down by nightfall.
Mister Huxley, who much enjoyed running around outside on
the wall the last time we were by here, jumps up on to the cement abutment and
hurts her back legs when she misses the leap. She is noticeably troubled by it
later and we are worried.
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| Mister Huxley organizing the ships plants |
We have a bit more sleep in the afternoon and we eat at a
table set up on the wall. Huxley seems okay, but a bit sore. The evening is as
calm as they predicted and it is a good night for us but eventually the bugs
drive us inside. But not before I compose a melody played on the iron railings
on the wall. Video to follow.
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| Recuperation |
We fall into another dead sleep.
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