Dear Friends,
Zing wants me to have a happy life — just like Clark does, I'm sure.
I mean, Zing's a dog, but he’s my dear companion now. And I’m sure Zing wants me to go out and enjoy life, even if he hates to be left alone. So this morning I gave him the relaxing pills, put on his snug “Thundershirt,” and left him cozy on the bed while I went to an exercise class at the Senior Center (Yes! I did go there!) The class wasn’t one of those silent heavings where everyone is trying — painfully, strenuously — to outdo the next person. To my surprise, the leader told us what to do, and then everyone started talking. Also moving, lifting, stretching. As a teacher, I am fascinated: fun ruled, and the objectives were accomplished. When I got home, Zing was still on the bed and my iPad’s video told me he hadn’t barked or whimpered while I was gone. I am grateful because I like exercising in a group sometimes.
On the way home, I went to the Avid Reader bookstore, but the guy was too busy to tell me if he could order My Name Is Red by Orhan Pamuk, so then I went to the Ella K. McClatchey Library, but it was closed. Oh, never mind, there’s Amazon! And here's a sign on the porch of the house across the street from the library, which is in a neighborhood of some pretentious homes (some not) just east of the grid.
Love,
k
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