A book is fine. Just finished My Life by Golda Meir. What a life! I’m reading (probably rereading since it is on my shelf but it is all new to me) Plato’s Republic because of this, but then I’ll turn to Sapiens–A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Harani. Inspired by a friend’s tweet, but I can’t for the life of me remember what I am supposed to learn from it. Still, I will read it. That’s quite a list. Outside of my comfort zone. What I really want is to escape in a Haruki Murakami novel, but I’ve read them all. Waiting for the next with the rest of his fans. [sound of the fingers of a million people tapping on a million desks].
A moment of sunshine is another thing entirely. Enjoyable from inside and more so outside. I seem to have recovered from my extended illnesses and have ventured outside again. Two days ago I walked to the library to renew my card. Yesterday I walked to the store for a growler of beer. I love walking!
Books and sunshine are great, but DOG! Not an abstract dog, rather a dog I know and with whom I’ve formed a loving bond. That’s magic. Gimme.
We didn’t bring home the bonded pair of German Shepherds about which I last wrote. They were lovely, so very lovely, but more than we can comfortably handle. This weekend we are going to have a look at one German Shepherd who needs a forever home. A big one. That’s her above. Almost certainly too big for Frida’s dog trailer. Maybe too big to snuggle on my lap. Would we need a bigger car? Probably not, but the question occurs to me. Keeping an open mind and prepared to fall in love.
Bringing a dog into one’s life is a very big deal. I didn’t know that when we got Speed, our first and, frankly, didn’t act like it for much of our time together. We loved her like crazy and gave her very good care, but didn’t do much to alter our lives to make sure we gave her everything she may want.
We had a better idea with Frida, and were better caretakers. As Frida’s needs grew, we altered our lives to allow us to better attend to them. We gave it our all. And there the bar remains. How can one go back? I can’t, anyway.
What will our next dog need? Unknowable, and that is scary. I know I will do whatever is needed, so I wonder, as I sit without a dog, whether I am ready to volunteer. I hope I say yes, and soon. Wish us luck!
Lunch time. Happy Friday. Fired up and ready to go!