Walking the Dogs
Working on getting off book for A Steady Rain. And Coriolanus. And As You Like It.
Puppy-dom is going much smoother, we are both more relaxed. I am finding that when things get crazy around the house I do one of two things. I get pissed off, or I start laughing. Obviously, the laughing is more positive, so that is preferable. The good news is there is more laughing than pissed off. So things are looking up.
Today, Annie wasn’t with us on the walk. Just Mochi, Berri, and me. If you keep yourself open to the world, there are all these gifts around. Many of them happen when I am walking the dogs. (Sometimes, not so much when Mochi goes bananas, but that’s fewer and fewer as he gets older, and I know him more and more)
Today, for example, there was this guy with his dog on a leash, so I held onto Mochi. Mochi growled, but the guy didn’t seem to notice. Without so much as a how’re ya doing’, he started to tell me all about his brain surgery. He was stuttering, I though maybe he was on the spectrum. He took off his hat, showed me the scar from ear to ear over the top of his head. They had removed a 4cm something. Not a tumour, I missed it. He told me the doctors had given him a 50/50 chance. He had been induced into a coma. In the coma, his daughter came over and slapped him, and said, “Come on, soldier, get up”, so he got up and started moving around. (I guess he was out of surgery and the coma).
I was so affected by this guy. It was a good thing I was wearing sunglasses. And that was it. He asked me my name. I got his.
What courage. Wife and kids. He might not have been out walking his 4 year old dog.