And I rise with the dawn and open up the window and the fog is breaking up and the day that follows is pure and blue and sun-drenched. And I say to hubby, isn't it great about Lenny, god, he seems so much better since we took him to that other vet, the vet with the old hands who knew how to touch him and feel him and diagnose him and look he's wagging his tail and looking for food. Oh Glory, oh marvellous, oh sunshine in the darkest hour. And I say, who would ever think that a dog could get whiplash and it must be catching and we laugh. And I ask hubby if he can drive me around. I can't. Remember, I have whiplash and hubby agrees because patience is his middle name.
And so we set off in the morning time and go to the fish store to buy shark because the entire country of Ireland is having Barbecue tonight. To make up for the lost summer, to oil up the rusting grills sitting on the patios drying out in the sunshine. And then I say, lets be bold and have a quick stop in town, I need to browse the book store and lets get a cup of coffee and lets buy some bread and flowers and cheese at the market. And hubby says lets and we do. And I find this most amazingly beautiful book on the wild flowers of Ireland. A book so beautiful, the illustrations, the folklore, it is a treasure, I am in a reverie, finally I found it, the book to sate my thirst. We drink coffee and talk and don't talk and then I say let's go to Tom's Carpet Store because I think the freshly painted hall needs a Navy Blue runner rug to complete the picture and hubby agrees because I tell him that I have already called Tom and Tom assures me they have Navy Blue carpeting in the store. I tell hubby he doesn't even have to get out of the car, two minutes and the deal will be done.
And so I enter the store alone and Tom looks up surprised. And I say, hi Tom, I've come to buy the carpet for the Navy Blue runner. And there he is like a lost mountain climber surrounded by peaks of wool and beads of ice melting on his brow. There is no one else in the store and recession is stamped like graffiti on the walls.
How about this, he says, pointing to a virgin blue, a Knock blue. A Knock blue is a holy blue, a place where people pilgrim to pray for their sins, a place of repentance.
No, I say, I want Navy Blue.
No, Tom, that's more a blue grey, I say beginning to wonder if Tom needs a lesson in colour.
Christ, Sea Green!
I want Navy Blue Tom! I want the easiest colour in the world. I want it plain and straight. No wonder nobody is in your store Tom, let me out of here.
I see hubby in the car. His patience is wearing thin. I frantically beckon at him through the sheet of glass, I need him to come in, to bail me out. Tom has lost it, I am sure I must be the first customer in at least the last six months. And poor patient hubby struggles in with his balanced approach. He trawls the shelves of samples. He has a good eye. Here it is, he says, in that casual Californian way of his that makes me want to throw a pair of flip flops and a surf board in his direction.
Ah, Tom says. That.
And I want to say, Yes, THAT, Tom, you old fool, that's it alright!
But all I say is thank you Tom and isn't hubby the fellow with the eye for colour and wasn't he smart to be able to pick it out.
And Tom laughs and says, now wouldn't it be a terrible thing to be colour blind, an awful cross to bear, someone with the blindness of colour would be a terrible terrible thing indeed, god bless us and save us all........