blog@cliffdweller

Tonight was unusual. It was filled with opposite ends of the spectrum.

And magically, iTunes chimed right in with a song by Book of Love. Don't know why, but it's all good.

I cooked dinner, made my grandmother's goulash. It gets better every time I make it. Tasty. I know she'd be proud if she were alive today watching me cook. Mom told me a few months ago that she had a conversation with my grandmother. She said it wasn't a dream, but a real conversation and she knew it was real because they weren't fighting. Now if mom ever reads this she and I'll be fighting because I posted that tidbit :)

At Jon and Ellie's earlier, I was totally immersed in dogs. They have three of the beasts, all whippets or whippet-lites (what are the miniature ones called again?) and they all love me (as they should). So I was jumped on, slobbered on, bumped against, and treated like the long lost friend who had just returned.

A random dog outside treated me the same way as he walked by with his guardian while I was parking the car.

Tootsie, the black dog from next door, has been going out of her way to come play with me too. One day a week or two ago she even came inside with me while I was bringing in groceries.

Don't even get me started on Libby, the other dog next door. She turns into wiggle jello dog every time I walk by. In a good way. How do people who don't like dogs get by in life without the unconditional encouragement and love that is available every day?

The best one was in the dark tonight, after eating my dinner. While I was carrying my backpack upstairs, I felt Bimbo brush against my leg. No kidding. It was like a thank you rub. It felt good.

So maybe it is time to get another dog and move on.

"Tomorrow today will be yesterday" just seems like words to live by. Thanks to Book of Love for that.