As this blog was meant originally to be dedicated to things that keep us happy, sane and enriched day in and day out, I couldn’t not give thanks, here, for this dear friend, who shepherded me into my own true adulthood. You met her in Cap Ferret…you saw glimpses of her on the Fourth of July. You saw her contemplate the sea. But she was there for everything, as dogs are. TV watching. House cleaning. Work. Child-rearing. Long walks with or without a mission. Cleaning up after meals. And all the emotions that punctuate our lives: happiness, loneliness, bliss, boredom, contentment. (No one could sigh contentedly and settle into a good, afternoon nap like she could.) I am missing her.
What is it?The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.
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