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Loca and I walked through the park this morning and noticed along the way, the things we haven’t noticed, there are ducklings everywhere! I couldn’t count how many. The pelicans and cormorants are gone, but one slick black cormorant had spread his wings in the middle of the lagoon and was drying off. All along the banks, I noticed the yellow-crowned night herons, Plenty of them. I was smiling for the first time and happy…
Last night, in honor of Earth Day and of Arlene passing, we held a small ceremony of recycling. Loca was honored with Arlene’s collar and told this was a very big responsibility. Bam Bam took Arlene’s little bed that Aunt Jer had given her a few holidays ago. Wolfie received her old big bed and since Wolfie is two weeks shy of her heart worm treatment recovery, she was welcomed into the house. Wolfie was…
Ashes to ashes on Earth Day. Arlene’s remains will be delivered to us in a week and then, we’ll have a celebration of her life – a sprinkle on the bayou, next to Cabrini where she chased the ball endlessly, by the American Can because she suffered with us all through that ordeal, and some in the backyard. Loca has been weirdly quiet. Wolfie is aware something is going on but she’s been isolated so…
RIP (run in peace) Born, April 24, 1995 Died, April 22, 2009 A lucky dog and a good companion passed this morning and now resides in a certain dimension of our minds where memories of joy and sorrow exist in equal measure. If the benchmark for how much you are loved is calculated by the number of nicknames one has in life – Leenie, Torreadora, Little Black Bean, Seal, Lil Shaver, Skater, Lucky Dog, Cardi…
I’ve been in the woe stage of life on account of Arlene. Today, I went to yoga and Michelle was back – she’s like some rock star yogi – just awesome. She had just gotten back from a retreat in the Bahamas with 50 others who were mostly studying or were already monks. What she talked about today is the lens we use to evaluate people, things, events and how we filter it through our…
I was sitting at my desk thinking about one too many things and a pelican flew over the bayou. I thought they were all gone for the summer, at least the ones that hang in the bayou. It warmed my heart.
Jazz Fest must be here – there is usually this last burst of cool weather and you start thinking Jazz Fest might not be as stifling hot as it has been in year’s past – and then boom, suddenly, heat. Got to love it – or at least endure it.
Yesterday evening, friends came by to say goodbye to the Bean. We sat on the porch and Arlene was on a leash to keep her from wandering off the porch, but she got a little anxious so we ended up coming inside and giving her her tranquilizer. It seems weird knowing she is going to die tomorrow, but is it? My full on recognition of where we were with Arlene hit me like a MACK…
We took photos on the back steps on Sunday while our family is intact.
I downloaded a few of The Be Good Tanya songs from Itunes – very good sound – this is one of them: In Spite of All the Damage Written by Frazey Ford If I wanted to say to you That I wanted to see your face again That I want to hear you laughing In spite of all the damage I’ve done If I wanted to hear you talkin’ Or to hear your sense of…