March 26, 2016 (day 26)
If there was ever a day thus far I might skip this exercise it would be today. I don’t have much to say actually and would much prefer to listen. It was plan B. Life is what happens while you are making plans. And the gift is that I could do just that. Quietly without much ado, shift gears.
It’s tempting to leave it at that, but I know I am signed up for this daily writing for a purpose. Our little brown dog isn’t feeling so well, and she needed someone by her side. I don’t know what tomorrow might bring and I know we are old friends and so I will look out for her as she has looked out for me. For a lot of years. I snuck to the grocery store and aimlessly wandered as I do at night. It feels necessary and productive and usually we end up with both the list and a few random items. Tonight that was a little ice cream treat for me and frosty paw for her. And oh well, could be better could be worse. And she enjoyed her late night snack, as did I and we will leave it at that.
I listened to a lot of James Taylor and Simon and Garfunkel in high school, and it’s always so interesting what songs my inner playlist cues up for different experiences. And I find it fascinating that I can’t find this or that on a daily basis, but there are those lyrics, out of nowhere clear as day. Like God is handing me a record, we dust it off and he says play track 2. And I know exactly which one it is.
And tonight it is “Old Friends….Sat on their park bench like bookends….sounds of the city sifting through trees…settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends.” It is kind of sad and somber. Not that any other S&G song isn’t. I had no idea what was possible when I talked my husband into agreeing with me that our 2nd grade boy needed a dog. We needed her and she needed us. Still do. The park is a big part of our daily ritual and she has brought me to more angels than I can count there. Rescue, rescuer, rescued. It’s all relative. And so I leave you with the basket of treats. They are the HIGHLIGHT of her day. And shortcuts to avoid them don’t go over well. And if that isn’t the lesson, I don’t know what is…
xo b
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