Garúa is the Argentine word for a fine drizzle/
Chipi-chipi is the Mexican term.
Today I managed to take Niño for a walk and it began to drizzle in the last part of the walk. Niño, a smart cat, ran ahead of me home. Below is today’s blog which is all about the usual, my missing my Rosemary.
I am almost sure that if anybody even begins to read any of my blogs of late they must think I am a one trick pony that can only write melancholic stuff about his Rosemary that he lost on December 8 2020.
My response to anybody who might communicate, via phone or email, is that I write the blog for me and that I take Joan Didion’s cue that I write in order to find out what I am thinking.
And what do I think about when I wake up? During the whole day even if I have distraction, and when I get into bed and turn of the lights its Rosemary. I think of Rosemary and that I no longer share my life with her.
A bright moment every day, weather permitting is my walk around the block with my male cat Niño. It was Rosemary who taught him to walk without a leash. I feel I have the obligation to continue her routine. It is pleasant but sad because I take the same route and I can sense that absent presence of Rosemary.
Today I walked Niño. I felt satisfied that I had performed an important obligation (one of the few that I now have).
But as pleasant as it was to see him walk with me as it started to rain I thought of going home to lie by Rosemary and tell her, “It began to rain but Niño and I managed just fine.” She would have smiled.