i had to sweep the floor after this latest development.
And good god, my old dog can shed some hair.
He’s getting more and more bow legged the older he gets. Doesn’t hear very well. We used to walk together all over…now we barely get around the building. Sometimes he has accidents on the rug. He pants. His toenails click click click on the pine floor. And he makes me laugh. He makes me feel my heart and he lets me forget myself to be myself.
He is my guy. Mostly, he just wants a few snacks and to be next to me. And I feel the same.
DocuDharma is a little like living with a dog. I’m always finding shit all over the place. Ideas littered everywhere. Essays to read. Pileups of egos. Misunderstandings. Brilliance. Funny shit. And it makes me feel my heart as well. I cry. I laugh. I reach across time and space and there i am with rose, hannah, and 73rd. OTB is Thelma to my Louise…
sometimes i spend saturdays with undercovercalico, lost in her lovely pictures of fairs and fields.
there is ek… whom i adore but don’t understand. and so many more… RiaD writing again. jess, fatdave and Stranger. caveman finding his voice and wow! oh, i just saw MarketTrustee here for the first time… that made me so happy.
nothing lasts forever. but while we are together, let us be who we are. all of it. the meta, the issues, the silly shit. all of it. because there’s a shitstorm heading our way.
cosmic debris is right… what she’s feeling, this unease… it’s out there. we need each other.
i don’t know where the next greatness will happen. but maybe it’s us. maybe it’s here.
maybe this is our time.
we can’t marginalize who we are if we are going to go for it… even if we fall flat…let’s do fall spectacularly…
i love you all… pf8
ps… boss, here we are… DocuDharma. this is for you…
Unbridled, we swept towards the sea
dark and thunderous
as we could be
We opened our mouths and screamed
and our screams surged into the surf,
tucked into the waves
and crashed back before us
on the shore
We found we liked our roar
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nah… i’m howling!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Unbridled, we swept towards the sea
dark and thunderous
as we could be
We opened our mouths and screamed
and our screams surged into the surf,
tucked into the waves
and crashed back before us
on the shore
We found we liked our roar”
Oh, the tsumanity!
jon, ‘the driver’, ‘the boyfriend’, used to come and spend weekends at our house. we had a firm ‘your sister is 11, so at all times while she is awake, situations in the house will be PG rated or lower’ policy…
anyway, rose had an inflatable globe that had come free with a magazine subscription…and we used to play volleyball over the back of the couch with the inflatable globe…rose and jon vs. hannah and me. the globe popped one night when rose’s braces fractured Australia. sigh…hannah still has the deflated globe…
the braces had to come off of rose’s teeth after the accident…but the one tooth that she lost in the accident still has the little metal bracket on it, with some kind of springy thing attached. its in a little specimen cup from the hospital, in the bag with the 2 halves of her coat, the 2 halves of her jeans, the 2 halves of her shirt, the 4 halves of her undergarments.
i met the man who cut her clothes off of her. he told me that as soon as he arrived on the scene she ‘called to me’ (in reality, she was unconscious and barely breathing…no ‘real’ calling occurred)…he ran right to her…held the piece of car still while the other dudes used the saws-all to cut her free. the jaws of life would have killed her..the part of the car that runs the front of the backseat window (2-door car) was bent around her head and embedded in her face. he got her into an ambulance, and told me, proudly, that they ‘beat the helicopter to the hospital’.
at the time, he was 25. a sweetheart. never met him before, but he came to the hospital to stand vigil with us. cried with us. threw a benefit dinner for us. remains a friend.
HIS story is truly remarkable…ill try to get him to come tell it someday….
You’ve has a busy 3 or 4 days. Your dog sounds worth any amount of brushing and sweeping. We have ……those things (pro bono nc), they are, contrary to popular belief, just as faithful and loving as dogs and I like to wake up covered in a purry pile of them.
I went to London today – to the HoP on the Stop The War Coalition march. Lovely police dogs – didn’t stop to chat, but they were fine animals. Said hallo to Mr Galloway who made Sen. Coleman look like what he is. We were expecting trouble, because they didn’t want to let the march within 1 mile of parliament. This morning we were suddenly allowed to go the original route. Anything to take the heat off Chicken Brown.
I’m all roared out now, a little sad tonight for no particular reason. I can raise a “Grrr” though. As me. Can only do me.
(hey fatdave. I had to look up ‘ribena’ this morning. Now made by Glaxo??? and some people mix it with Pernod? I’m getting queasy just thinking about again.)
the loss of my rottweiler. She grew up with my three kids. Positioning herself between my youngest son and the deeper water of a sandy beach the protection instincts of this noble soul knew not bounds.
As teenagers this dog had a watchful eye on my daughters and all the boyfriends developed a healthy respect for a dog who could readily crush golf balls with her teeth. She did not tolerate hanky panky and barked at the touch feely stage in typical teenage banter.
Doghair? A small price to pay for a soul far more noble than the “leader” of the “free” western world.
and I just swept and vacuumed a ton of dog hair. My spousal unit doesn’t quite get this, but while I know I need the change of scenery I am freaking out about leaving the puppies and kitties, even though the lady I have who checks in on them is great. I would really prefer to at least bring Arno with me, frankly I think he would like Seattle.
but sometimes the essay titles lure me right in. about to do a load of vacuuming myself tomorrow. thank goddess that i have a visitor coming so that the vacuum cleanere will actually make it out of the closet rather than just a gleam in my eye. i think someplace out west they call these things tumbleweeds.
but it’s off to bed now for me. vacuuming is best done in daylight.
thanks pf8 and all of the rest of you for giving me these moments of peace and a quiet smile. it’s also damn good to know that i am not the only one with dog hair taking over the house.
just put down Shoulders, his dog of over 10 years. He’s been my best friend every time I visited with them. I hadn’t see them in a long time and I barely recognized Shoulders. He was grey, blind, patchy, wizened and smelly. He staggered across the room and I thought he bumped into me by accident but he just kept pushing with his face and nose into my shins. I laughed but didn’t want to move too quick or he’d fall so I just stood there laughing until my cousin said, “he’s hugging you…he NEVER does that.”
So I led Shoulders out of the way to a corner of the room and got him to lay down. The exertion had him panting in pain…his hips barely worked and it had cost him a lot to say Hi to me. So I sat there with him, petting him and just letting my hands lay on him while I hummed and chanted nothing much. Just something to let him know I was there.
I guess the pain finally eased up and he drifted to sleep but I just stayed there touching him and humming low and soft. After a long while I left him sleeping.
I patted him again before I left. And that was it. I heard tonight that he’s gone.
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i did feel bad for the mets though…
It is seven months since my Mulder passed over the Rainbow Bridge. And even though I am sweeping up kitty “tumbleweed”, I so miss my big black Labrador.
I understand why a lot of people are leaving or taking a break from the blogs. It gets pretty overwhelming when you have to deal with day to day, face to face, real life and then log in to your favorite blog and find more angst from faceless names. It can become depressing and sometimes you need to walk away. Sometimes for awhile, sometimes forever. I know the feeling. It’s overload.
I’ve looked at other blogs for some middle ground, civility..they are all the same. It is no different from one to the other. Bloggers come and bloggers go, enter a diary at you own risk, post a comment and be attacked. You find people you like and engage them in conversation, exchange of ideas and news, and someone comes in and interrupts the flow and you are back into the fray and angst, again.
It is good to see you here, pf8, I have missed you in Tia’s TDS/TCR diary, when I get there. I am back at work and Emergency Medicine, being what it is, has been very demanding, this last week especially. It must be the NYC weather, hot and humid.
I’ll be here from time to time. Blame ek. I had been reading the diaries for awhile with the intention of not making an account but I have no will power. I’ll be about from time to time.
I should have known better.
a very slow old bear on the uptake…..
He never really shed that much, but we lost him last April. Now Pandora’s had a stroke, and I know it won’t be too much longer for her either. :::sigh:::
She’s quite the howler too! She roos, and talks, and roos some more.