My dog has more friends than I do

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

I am getting comfortable in this place. Hard to imagine — For months I was frozen at the idea of driving to Roseville, yet today Zing and I zipped up there (less than 30 minutes) just to return a blouse at the mall. And before, I could not imagine that dogs would be accepted anywhere but on the sidewalk, yet today Marisa at the Hair Garage cut my hair while Zing slept at my feet. And a beautiful woman came over, asking if she could pet my dog, and it turned out she KNOWS Zing — She goes to Sandra’s gym, and Zing was there yesterday. “I thought I recognized him,” she said. Her name is Odessa (“From the city in Russia and from mythology, “ she said. "I named myself.") Zing, it seems, has more friends than I do in this town.

Tomorrow we wrap things up and I get ready to head to Columbus, while Zing will stay at Grateful Dog. 

Love,

k

Blind contour drawing of Zing

This means I didn’t look down at the paper

 but kept looking at Zing as I drew

 without lifting my pen from the paper