Zing is asleep in his crate; it’s on the floor beside me, here at the big table in — living/dining/kitchen big room.
This has to be progress.
But I’m afraid he’ll still bark when I’m out. He was barking this morning when I returned from Xfinity. I was gone about 45 minutes. Before I left I made a blockade between the living room and the hall (ottomans and boxes and the rollaway bed, cemented with sheets and blankets to fill in the spaces. The idea is that maybe he won’t bark if he can’t get to the front door. That’s where he’s been barking. Of course, maybe he was silent while I was gone and only barked “Hello!” I doubt it.
The idea is to find comfort spots for Zing, and for me too. Maybe then we’ll rest easy.
I feel tethered to the condo. But being here all day was relaxing. I did things to make the place homey: ordered a jute rug, connected the new box to the television (It turns on!), kept up with bills …
And on our evening walk Zing and I passed a man raking ginkgo fruit. (Turns out that's what we saw set out near the street yesterday.) I asked to take his photo, and he nodded. He seemed to like what I showed him, but he did not speak much to me — just kept on raking.
I remember Dad planted a gingko tree once, and he told me they are good luck.
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| Under the ginkgo tree on 4th Street, near my condo |
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| Some of the gingko fruit swept up by the curb |
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