Change

It has been a rough couple weeks. My dog died, my cat got sick and had to go to the vet where he spent three days and ran up a huge bill. I found that the gallery where I show my work is going out of business. I am trying to remind myself to breathe. Just put one foot in front of the other. This too shall pass, as some great sage said. I am alive and I am finding the inner reserve to deal with all this. My dog was with me ten years. She was a mutt, a hound. She had the strongest nose and used to drag me around the yard in search of food. And invariably she found it and I'd have to try to get it from her. I don't know how many times I had to clean up messes because what she picked up didn't agree with her system. She was not an apartment dog. She wanted more than anything to spend as much time outside as she could. She would drag me around to try to get as much time outside as she could. She was a great dog, her flaws made her just one more part of my life that wasn't always easy. But I wouldn't want it any other way. I miss you Paloma, I miss you trying to get at the mailman and your habit of going after those you thought might not have my best interests at heart. You were a good dog. And I miss you more than I can say.