She lifts her face to the sun. To her, there are no shadows. Just warmth and light, and a soft place to lay down.
Well this morning was not my best morning ever. I was frustrated by all the people. I just needed a little extra quiet this morning, or something, and I didn’t get it. Imagine that…no quiet in a house full of people…huh. There was a little countdown in my head. A little clock ticking down the seconds until the whistling would stop, and the shoe squeaking and the pounding of hardwoods and the talking talking talking. And the buzzy energy. It was palpable. Every morning, it’s palpable. I will miss this someday.
Then everyone left and I stood there looking around at the quiet. Poppy looked at me like she expected me to say something important, but I just sat down to eat my oatmeal. Then I walked around turning off all the lights. David likes all the lights on. All. The. Lights. Except in the evening when you actually need all the lights on. Then he only likes some of the lights on.
And then I straightened out all the pillows that Poppy has smashed and I smacked all the dog hair off them. I love her but she is extremely hairy. I stood there looking out the window at the front garden which I have completely let go this summer. It is just plain sad. When I look at it I feel blech.
I sit here now, and behind me Poppy is smashing down my fancy beaded pillow again. It was fluffy for about ten minutes. I knew when I bought them she would probably ruin them. I knew it and I bought them anyway.
She is asleep now. That is all I can hear, just her slow, deep breathing.
when she’s not eating everyone’s stuff…
Chew on some stuff.
Snuggle…with a nap.