A small man seethes in an underground bunker while the country burns as a result of his actions. He is so cowardly that he turns all the lights off in the nation’s house.
My local public library has closed during this shelter at home time. I have plenty of books that I haven’t read, but the library is more than just getting books to read. In fact, I have a stack of library books sitting on my table that I got before the library. I’ve only read part of one book and haven’t picked up the others.
The library offers me promise of exploration. I check out way more books than I will ever read. Something looks interesting. New books come out that people are talking about. It’s easy to bring it home with optimism. But it’s not a big deal if I don’t read it. I just take it back.
I don’t buy books because I usually only read them once and there’s a chance that I will never read it. Or even worse, not like it. I can’t wait for the library to reopen, so I can check out books that I won’t read.
There was a series of broken mailboxes along the road and all I could think about was every movie or tv show where teenagers drive down the road bashing mailboxes with a baseball bat. It is hard to imagine prankish, teenage vandalism at a time like this.
We have sent our foster dog off on her trial adoption. It’s going okay so far, but it will take her some getting use to her new home.
It feels good to have helped a rescue dog continue on her way. We miss her already. A dog can burrow its way into your heart in five weeks.
With apologies to Murakami, I had a dream that I was running. I was given a route to run by my boss, which is clearly my brain telling me that I need to get back and run. I have not run very much or very far during our shelter at home time and I can definitely feel it. In the dream I was wearing a blanket while I was running. That is the extra pounds I’ve added while sitting at home and eating well. Deborah has baked a lot of bread. The dream run passed by several people waiting for the bus, while I struggled to run up a big hill. I definitely acknowledge my privilege, especially in these times, while thinking about others who don’t have the options and opportunities that I have.
I don’t really know how a dog’s nose works with its brain, but our foster dog patrols our yard as if it has a map that tracks all of the smells. Sometimes she walks the perimeter. Other times she goes back and forth, up and down the yard tracking a grid. She might be looking for new smells or confirming old smells, but she is clearly cataloging the odiferous world of her primary domain.
I used to put pitted black olives on my fingers when I was a kid. There is a brand of olives that has an open hand with a black olive on each finger as their logo.
I had a dream that my car was stolen from outside my house. It wasn’t this car and it wasn’t this house. It was a silver Bronco, but the old style similar to the one that OJ escaped in. Although it may have been a Suburban, since it seemed bigger. The driveway was covered in snow, so when I looked out the window, instead of seeing the vehicle I saw tire tracks in the snow. This happened on a Sunday, but I got so busy that I didn’t report it until Monday. The police scolded me for waiting because the car was likely long gone by that point.
Velvet is a 7-year-old pointer/lab mix who is the perfect dog for these stay at home times. She will practice meditation and mindfulness alongside her new forever family. She doesn’t need a yoga mat and is already a pro at doing Downward Dog. You will not feel bad about missing trips to the hair salon because she is letting her grey show through too. And unlike the kids who are struggling to remain engaged during homeschooling, Velvet has excelled at learning basic commands from her foster mom and she wants to learn more.