Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Relaxation

It was a rare and excellent event, seeing Beloved Husband leaving Work behind for a weekend.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Tiny Broken Heart

Herself speaks.

"I'm concerned," said the vet.

And in those quiet, kindly spoken, carefully chosen words, I knew all that I needed to know.
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Tiny Dog has dilated cardiomyopathy. It appears to be advancing quickly, given the rapid increase of her heart murmur. She has a new drug regimen which will hopefully buy us some time. The vet indicated that it is possible she will enter heart failure within a few months, and with the addition of further medications, may yet live a bit longer - perhaps a year. So we have a year, perhaps two if we are very lucky, left with Tiny Dog.

My own heart might be a bit broken. Broken for my Tiny Dog, and for Beloved Husband and the Offspring, who love this Tiny Dog. I cannot imagine that day when I must tell them that Tiny Dog's tiny life is folding to a close. (Or, perhaps, I can imagine far too well, but the anticipatory grief is too much yet to bear.)

I know that medical predictions can be an inexact science. She could, after all, defy odds and live a long, happy life yet. Nevertheless, I prepare myself for the careful, watchful waiting -- as I once did with my beloved ottoman-shaped dog -- and will be mindful of our time with her, knowing that our time is short.

Good girl, Tiny Dog.

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Monday, September 18, 2017

By the Stream

...
Let us bless the humility of water,
Always willing to take the shape
Of whatever otherness holds it,

The buoyancy of water
Stronger than the deadening,
Downward drag of gravity,
The innocence of water,
Flowing forth, without thought
Of what awaits it,
The refreshment of water,
Dissolving the crystals of thirst. 

Water: voice of grief,
Cry of love,
In the flowing tear.

Water: vehicle and idiom
Of all the inner voyaging
That keeps us alive.

 - John O'Donohue, from "In Praise of Water," To Bless the Space Between Us

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Campfire

Forty-eight hours out of cell phone contact, camping, with the finest of company. What a marvelous respite. 


Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Geometric Dining

Or perhaps, linear dining.  Elderly three-toothed dog is very precise in his selection and consumption of crunchies. 




Tuesday, September 12, 2017

X and O

Today's earworm: Ex's and Oh's (Elle King).

It's catchy. The video is unusual for its abundance of glistening, barely-dressed men (unlike what seems to be the vast majority of music videos, which commonly feature gyrating, curvaceous, scantily clad women). None of the men particularly appeal to me -- but the song certainly does.

We hope you enjoy.