I ran into a friend just a bit ago. Daisy and I were out snapping shots of the late afternoon sun. My friend was so tired. And discouraged. Despite how hard she is working, despite all of her best efforts– things can go really wrong (business wise) so that through no fault of her own (except taking calculated risks on people who totally did not come through as promised) she is in a pinchy, awful, stressy yuck situation.
It makes my heart hurt.
I can relate. I feel where she is and I so want to take her out and get her drunk.
Cause, you know, that would TOTALLY make everything better . . . until she wakes up hungover, in even more pain, wearing someone else’s clothes and no memory of where she left her car (or wait, maybe that’s just me).
Oh the many ways to try and anesthetize the pain of being alive.
How much does it suck to try and strive, only to find yourself face down on the sidewalk, running your tongue back and forth across your newly chipped tooth.
A beautiful sweet, warm and lovely day.
Dogs and I went up to the farm where there are miles of trails and a fresh water pond.
Daisy and I could’ve gone for another couple miles, but after a relatively short jaunt, Henry beelined for the car. Something is just off with him, of late. Not sure if it’s all the drugs he has been on for anaplasmosis, if he is aging– or if he is morphing into a mule, but it is not fun.
Fun would be to have a beach chair on the roof of your porch– do you see it there?
P.S. This one below is for Treenie—- who loves me for many reasons not least because I was on my knees holding her sheet music at the coffeehouse while she rocked the sh-t out of her violin (in between kicking me to turn the pages).