I’ve culled some 400 posts from the first year of my blog. I’m happy about that, but it makes it seem dumb to write more. It’s been good re-reading good blog posts, seeing how often I hated the Daily Prompt (almost daily) and reliving the experience of quitting teaching and returning to Colorado — all of that was done in a haze of urgency. I found short stories I’d forgotten about. I still have a ways to go (four more years!!!)
On my mind (and on other peoples’ minds, I’m sure, is the Mueller report. I wasn’t surprised by what was written in AG Barr’s letter. I would have been very dismayed had collusion with Russia been confirmed. I also don’t think Mueller is in — was in — a position to accuse DJT of Obstruction of Justice. Leaving the door open is all he could do. The anger (upon anger upon anger) this has unleashed is awful. Our country is very sick, and DJT is both symptom of the illness and cause. We sorely need a leader who can heal the divisiveness, but I don’t see one on the horizon.
In other news, we sneaked a walk on the golf course yesterday. Dusty is usually off leash once we’re off the streets. The pretty bulldog girl belonging to Mr. Martinez joined Dusty. I turned around at one point and saw them investigating a bush. In the olden days, Dusty would’ve barked fiercely at another dog, but yesterday, he just made friends. I was so proud of my dog. A friend said she was impressed by the love I feel for my canine companions.
I am with them 24/7. We’re companions and friends. We share experiences and wish the best for each other. We intuitively know a lot about each other. My dogs have always been my ticket out into the wild world.
Many of the aptitude tests I’ve taken (to find good ones for my students over the years) have said I should be an animal trainer or farmer, that I have a strong connection with animals.
I felt bad yesterday when I had to send the bulldog home because Bear was leashed and would have protected me. I couldn’t let Bear go. That’s something I’m going to have to work on with her.
Back to culling…