Written last night:
There was a ferocious rain this morning. One woman who crossed my path in the garage was almost dancing. “We haven’t had rain like this in years!” she said. What little does fall usually begins later in November, she said.
It was raining when I took Zing to the Grateful Dog for his free day of observation. They wanted him to spend a full day there so they could see his ups and downs. I should have felt like dancing too after that, but I really just wanted to be home all cozy, reading, sipping tea and watching raindrops. Instead I headed to the mall with my To Do list, and checked off quite a few small items, like shower curtain hooks and lightbulbs. Zillions of people were shopping with me.
Earlier, Mary and I had a great talk — Mary calls me when she’s out walking, and she walks far. Both she and Susan told me I must watch today's CBS Sunday Morning segment on dogs, including those with separation anxiety. (Thank you!) Here’s the link Susan sent:
(Zing watched it too and now he wants his own TV show. I said yes -- then he could pay his for his time at Grateful Dog.)
I skipped the poetry class — taking two classes is a stretch now. But I am writing poems (don’t worry — I won’t make you read them!) and have discovered a whole community of poets here; I feel glad to be on its fringes.
And of course, Zing was fine at the Grateful Dog. He just doesn’t like to be left alone. Yet.
Love,
k
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