this is otto.
he’s bad to confuse
the sound of andy’s
text message notification
with the doorbell.
andy has gotten
of text messages today.
so i guess we can all see
why otto is worn slap out.
we walked to city park in denver yesterday,
where my son, kipp, and marnie will get married in may.
will you promise to put in a good word
for weather like this on their big day?
we saw an eagle,
and i’m pretty sure
the eagle spotted us, too.
and on our way back,
we stopped off for some
it’s the law, you know,
if you walk more than 7 miles.
(and yes, that really is a maple doughnut
topped with bacon)
my granddog, otto,
but i still put the doughnuts
out of his remarkably jinormous reach
because i really didn’t find his performance all that convincing.
and as if all that wasn’t enough,
i began work on In Our Own Language 3 . . .
(it’s my second start, really.
forgetting i’d bought this yummy cream colored thread,
i started stitching with white embroidery floss.
glad i remembered before i stitched much further.)
yesterday went down in the herstory book with a gold star beside it. today we’re back to cloudy and cold, but i’m pretty sure it’ll go down as a gold star day anyway. you know, sometimes i think it’s all that effort to Be Happy and Think Positive that makes us miserable.
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