38 degrees (feels like 30 degrees) this morning, walk 40:12 minutes
It only seems a short time ago that I wrote “Fall 2015” for the first time, now Winter 2015 is just a short month away!
Temperature wasn’t bad at all during my walk, in fact I probably dressed a little too warm for it. The wind is always a big factor.
While we don’t have a dog etc. and no plans to get one, a friend’s dog recently died, a dog she doted on. While we don’t live in the area anymore, we actually developed a real liking for the dog and feel sad for both our friend and the dog. (He wasn’t that old.)
It reminded me of the dog that hung around our house when I was a child. The story was that it came by with a pack of dogs one night, and probably stayed due to the ability to have food and love provided by 7 children! (Actually it was probably 4 at the time, but we had friends who came over).
I can remember it traveling with me on walks, sleeping with me on the porch on warm summer nights and otherwise acting as a member of the family.
My dad would never let animals in the house, except when it was thundering and lightning. The dog (we named him “Puppy” and he bore this name his whole life and in our memories these many years later) was extremely frightened by lightning and thunder (and fireworks) and would run in the house.
I remember at least one time, the screen door was locked and Puppy came right through the screen door.
My Dad would act like the dog wasn’t there during thunder storms and completely ignore him, but he let him stay in the house.
Anyway, I can still rememberer my extreme sadness when Puppy weakly drink some milk one day and died, so I can somewhat understand how our friend is feeling. My Dad, for all he acted like he didn’t like Puppy was probably as upset as anyone, maybe even more so.
Later I would get another dog (a truly crazy dog named Honey), but otherwise I hated to get a dog because they live such relatively brief lives, and I hated it so much when they died, plus taking care of them is like having a permanent baby.
A really weird dream yesterday morning, obviously somewhat related to our current situation:
11 22 15 Sunday Dream
Dream we were getting our house up for sale (it wasn’t this one, it seemed to be at least partially vacant.)
I was in a room picking up items (it seemed like clothes, but I’m not sure).
I was surprised when a real estate agent walked in (without knocking or ringing on the door bell) and looked in
I asked her if she was going to show the house, she said (I think) “Donnie and Frankie are going to look at it”.
I ran to tell Aliene since we weren’t prepared.
I went to a room I had left some clothes on the floor to pick them up and noticed some trees/plants had fallen over and left some dirt on the floor. In fact several were small trees that had been ripped off, line in a high wind and laying on the floor. Dirt was all over the floor.
I ran to tell Aliene when I noticed all of the electricity was off. I ran through the house turning on lights but the power had gone off.
At that point I woke up.
That’s it for now, Monday, November 23, 2015.
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