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Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Down the Rabbit Hole We Go...

Another blog. Another person's opinion plastered out in cyberspace for everyone to see. Maybe for no one to see...

It is another hot KY summer, and I find myself unhappy. Anyone who knows me will be cuing the eye rolling right about now. They've heard it all before. This summer is going to be different, though. It's going to be the summer that I start creating experiences for myself, instead of dreaming them. Stay tuned...

Sometimes when one is embarking on a journey, it is important to stop for a moment and take inventory. Today. Today was up at dawn. Work. Run. Work some more. And now this...

But it is more than that. It is stifling hot. Take your breath away hot. Almost...not quite...but almost what my grandmother refers to as Monarch Suicide Season. That is the time of year here in the South where it gets so hot that Monarch butterflies start hurling themselves in front of your windshield, because they just can't take it anymore.

My companions, Gus and Nola. I think they sense I am going through something. My constant shadows, they are somehow, inexplicably, even more in my business than usual.


My firstborn.

Gus has been a pendulum of emotion lately. One minute his head is buried in my lap with a look of concern only rivaled by my mother's. The next minute he refuses to acknowledge my presence.

I think he has hit puppy teen years.

Gus copes with the heat by eating grass. Constantly. He has no intention whatsoever of retrieving anything. He will run, he will swim, but no retrieving. You have to respect his blind rebellion against his DNA. Or you could just feel sorry for him. Either way, he is who he is. I wish I was so.


Nola is my second born. Nola...has issues.

Unlike her brother, Nola is a slave to her DNA. The only thing that goes through her brain about 90% of the time is, "Throw something, so I can go get it and bring it back to you so you can throw it and I can go get it and bring it to you and then you could throw it so I could go get it...."

Every now and then though, you will catch her in a regal moment. And you wonder...

I have a house. I have a man in my life. I have friends. I have hobbies. I have a job. I have issues.

Here we go.

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