Last night I took Pokey out last night from 6 till 7:30. At first he thought we were going out just to drain in front of our window, but when I continued walking in the direction of the park, he looked up at me with eyes of anticipatory thanks. Two days without a run is too long for him.
Here is Pokey another day in the park, living up to his name.
We walked east six blocks, by our park friend’s apartment, but missed him. I left my cell phone at home. Pokey and I walked south to Melrose then west to Fairfax, entering shops to browse. As we approached one of those 15 foot long nylon tubes filled with moving air, with a face and hands, Pokey freaked out. I picked him up, and make him touch it. When I put him back on the ground, he tugged the leash as far away as possible. Not fooled by the sidewalk mannequins dressed in Darth Vader attire, we returned home, and Pokey was still not exhausted.
My mind never stops, in spite of standing on my head, short two hours and fifty five minutes each day if I do the five minutes at all. Everything in my life is coming to a head, and I am preparing myself the best I can by controlling my mind and ego and visualizing how I am going to explain myself out of an eviction that never happened.
On Monday making sandwiches I spent much of the morning with a 71 year old woman who shared with me her story.
Though her husband left her a house, and another, hearing her woes made me thankful I do not have children. I can imagine how tired you must be of me. Imagine how tired I am of myself, but it looks like it will be a cool day.
May it bless us all with peace and love.