Waking blood sugar is 4.9 mmol/L! Sky is clear, barometer is up, wind in the southeast, humidity bearable, the new Libre sensor is agreeable with a bloody finger prick: another perfect day in Paradise!
The lady in the featured photo we call ‘Elbow’. She and her friend and dogs are usually the first regulars we meet on our pre-dawn ‘get the sugar down’ walk. Elbow got her name because of the peculiar way she holds the dog leash. Elbow always monologues to her friend about the subterfuge, drama and intrigue at her place of employment. I suspect Elbow is at the root of it.
Next we meet ‘King’. King has lost an eye to metastatic melanoma. A lovely man, who surely would be king in the land of the blind. King’s melanoma is in remission since his last radium treatment. Hurray!
We slip to the side of the path to allow Scuff to pass. Scuff pounds the pavement every day, but drags one of his feet somewhat. This announces his imminent arrival, allowing us to clear his way.
Mummy and Daddy approach with their dog. Mummy and Daddy are a friendly lesbian couple who live on the foreshore. Dawn worshippers, just like us.
On the beach we meet Beau and his mother. Beau is deaf to his mother’s constant pleading to keep moving. Beau likes to take his time to give all those interesting bits of flotsam at the high tide mark a good sniff. When we pass, Beau bursts forth in a little trot. I’m certain he just grinned at me. A dog with character.
And then there is a lady we call Fact, always fussing over her dogs. Fact has presence and poise, her much more solidly built husband looks like a mere add-on, an accessory after the Fact.
And so we walk on, weaving a web of words that make sense of and give meaning to our otherwise chaotic world. Stories that are true and speak to the imagination. Stories that lose their meaning and stop working when regarded as knowledge and fact, when story is forced to be history.
In the beginning the earth was a formless chaos with darkness over the abyss. And God said!
Language is the stuff of the world.