I had to get up in the night with Dusty T. Dog, again, but less drama than last time. I wonder if he knows I’m about to abandon him for the bright lights of the city? And why? My orthopedic surgeon has decided to abandon ME for the bright lights of a BIGGER city and is moving to Denver, so my one year check has been pushed up two months. And if I want him to replace my knee somewhere down the road, I have to go to Denver, too…
In other news, I had to make the decision this morning whether to renew the subscription to this blog. There are 2500 posts which is actually pretty terrifying. Some of them are good, most of them are just you know recitations of quotidian reality — and that’s cool, but I wonder how I’m going to cull that herd of verbiage. I want to. I wish it were a little easier to go back to the beginning and delete posts.
I guess that’s a project for a cold winter which is now over…officially. Yesterday Bear and I went to the golf course for a ramble. It was the true Bear Walk. Lots of smells to take in, a little bit of snow left to walk in, beautiful vistas in all directions. We took our time. I love these Bear Walks. They’ve changed me as a walker, that’s for sure. I listened for Sandhill cranes off in the distance, but didn’t hear any. They should be on their way north anyway.
As we reached the end of our block to cross the street to the golf course, the kids came running to the fence, and the little boy opened the gate. “Don’t come out here, C.,” I said. “I won’t be able to hold Bear.”
“OK.” He went back in. We went over and visited. C WANTED Bear to come into their yard. “We have a big pile of snow for Bear, he said.”
That, folks, is the whole point of life.