I crashed today, the past week just slid up behind me and knocked me flat. That is the problem with an energy level that keeps you as busy as I've been. When you get a break, it's like gasping for air. Sometimes, I feel like I'm treading water.
I am so much better on a mission.
I need to slow it down anyway, weave some towels, or some mug rugs, or weave some fun things that I've been dreaming up.
I am thinking of some wall hangings, and maybe some fabric rugs with bumps, and some funky shawls.
Let me tell you about Roy.
I have never met such a happy dog. He is happy if you take him for a ride. He is happy if you take him for short walk, and he is happy if you take him for a long walk. He is happy to lay under the table during dinner, and he is happy to lie next to me on the couch. He is happy laying in the grass in the back yard, and he is happy lying on the porch waiting for someone to let him in. He is happy on your lap, or sleeping next to you in the bed. He is happy curled up in a ball, or on his back.
Roy is happy. Whatever he does, wherever he is, he is happy. He totally lives in the moment. He doesn't bark to go out, or bark to come in. If he has to go out, he walks over to the door, and looks at you, waiting patiently for you to 'get it'. He is the easiest going, sweetest dog. I know someone sent him to us.
I have to share with you a few things I don't understand.
Leaving your truck radio on LOUD, out in the driveway, tuned to an annoying hip hop station, when you are in the house.
Leaving litter on the ground in a public park and on a public bike trail, and then coming back night after night, to sit amongst your garbage.
Not having your dog on a leash.
Putting hanging plants with perfectly good flowers on them, out by the curb with the grass clippings.
Stray cats that leave as soon as you take away their ability to make kittens.
Why smushed mulberries on the ground smell like stale beer.