1. It’s raining. The windows are open and I can hear the traffic and the rain and Lori McKenna looping on the hi-fi. The dog is sleeping in his crate, not entirely voluntarily. He scrunches his bed all up on one side and sleeps on half of it, on his back with all his feet up in the air, which looks uncomfortable but who am I to judge. When I picked him up at daycare on Friday I was told he barked in his crate a lot at naptime. I don’t know, man. We’re working on it. He’s not really a loner, is the problem. Is that a problem though? I was a loner (not the mail bombing type) for a long time myself and look where it got me.
2. We went to the park down the street yesterday afternoon and lazed around for a while. I take him there to run off-leash like a hooligan in the morning when there’s nobody in sight but at this hour no such luck. He seemed more interested in eating grass anyway. “He has such white teeth!” my mom said when she saw this picture. Well, sure. They’re brand new.
3. All in all I’d have to say this was the best summer I’ve had in a very long time, at least since the Summer of Harriet Walter. It only took 10 years, a cross-country move, a job change, a dog, a million hours of General Hospital, medication, friends, family, a little therapy, and a lot of naps. These days are gifts, but they were not free.