Yesterday our friends and neighbours, Dennis and Dorothy, invited us to their house for dinner. It may have been partly because they read my blog post about squirrels and realized that I needed to get out of the house. We had drinks and dinner on their deck overlooking the Ottawa River. The conversation, food, and setting were wonderful and it felt good to be out of the house for the first time since the surgery. Here’s a picture that I took with my phone.
This afternoon, my excellent physiotherapist, Claude, came to the house. She ran through my current exercises, measured some of the angles that I’m able to create with my legs, and added some new exercises to my program. My routine now takes well over an hour three times per day. Between the exercising and the icing, physio is a full-time job.
Corinne and I drove up to the pet store today to buy some fish for our pond. There were already two fish in our pond that Corinne and Matt bought a couple of weeks ago, but they were shy fish who spent their days hiding under a rock. Corinne would look into the pond and say to me, “Ron, I don’t think we have any fish.” So, today we selected two spirited koi. One of them jumped onto the floor of the pet shop and tried to escape before the store owner picked him up and put him in the plastic bag full of water. As we started to leave the store with our two $15 koi, I noticed another tank that said “Goldfish $0.99.” We agreed that we wouldn’t be taking a big financial risk by buying two of them. So we came home with four fish—two premium fish and two cheap fish. When we added them to the pond, the original shy fish came out from under the rock and joined the gang. They are no longer shy. They have a new confidence, and it’s obvious that they just needed a leader. The six fish now do everything together, and they seem happy. Even the cheap fish seem confident. We threw some fish food in the water and there was a feeding frenzy reminiscent of Jaws.
Ron's Hip Adventure 
I’m so happy for the cheap fish!
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Only “spirited” koi would initiate a feeding frenzy! Really enjoying your blog Ron.
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Does having six fish mean yoù now have a school of fish?
We know from your dàncing squirrel that you have a scurry of squirrels.
Do you have a murder òf ravens or just a flock òf birds?
Glad you were able to go out for dinner
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Yes, Maggie, I believe that we now have a school of fish. And we may have slightly more than a scurry of squirrels. We are visited daily by ravens. I looked online to find that a term for a flock of ravens is “an unkindness of ravens.” That doesn’t seem like a very nice term for the birds. It was obviously coined by someone who didn’t like ravens.
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This one is a cliff-hanger. What happened next? Did the fish start eating one another? Were the cheap fish like scrappy street fighters so they won the day? Were the shy fish just putting on an act for some nefarious purpose?
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Tara, all of the scenarios that you describe would make for an exciting story, but nothing dramatic happened. I may have overstated the feeding frenzy when I said it was reminiscent of Jaws. There was no blood in the water, and no one got hurt. It doesn’t make for an interesting story, but there were no losers in this feeding frenzy. I have an abundant supply of fish food, and all the fish had as much as they could eat. The spirited koi, the shy koi, and the cheap fish all went to bed happy.
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I have to drop by to say hello to you and meet the new fish before the racoons get them !
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