Front Door Light Moth Series, Part XI

Another morning, another moth...more or less.  I tend to like the more subtle ones, the shades of brown that look more like grey - depending on the light.  Tonight when I arrived home after dark (after seeing Seven Ages of Man: Shakespeare's Saints & Sinners as part of Piccolo Spoleto), there were many moths swarming the front door light.  I wonder which ones will remain 'til morning.

Moths and one-man plays aside, I'm blue tonight.  My instincts proved correct:  the Ancient Wonder Beagle seems to be wearing out, after all.  It seems that her kidneys are not functioning well, so tomorrow she goes on a special kidney diet and we hope that she is able to enjoy her life for awhile longer.  Yes, I'm greedy.  Seventeen years and eight months just doesn't seem enough.  As I type this she is once again asleep at my feet, snoring like an old man.   

Comments

[John B.]

This probably doesn't merit saying since you've visited my blog, but I like the notion of a continuing series of posts, so I'm pleased to know you have one as well. When I have some time I'll have to look at your earlier moth posts.

[Pam]

Thanks John. However, I'm not sure that my moth series is quite as interesting as yours, which I have been slowly going through - but there has been something oddly comforting for me to have the continuity. I'm not sure why - perhaps it is simply that it requires me to make regular observations that are focused.

[John B.]

Yes to "continuity" and "focus"--except, as you've no doubt noticed in my series, the river often gets left waaaay off in the distance. Anyway, though sustaining the series was my hope in starting it, I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it.

Well. Moths will always be drawn to the light. As long as I live near a river, it'll always flow downhill.