Tilly. When Neal and I started to date she was just a pup. I was smitten with her, and when the drive to CT from NY seemed too long after a hard week’s work, I thought of the greeting I’d get from the mutt, and I didn’t mind so much. I was all sorts of sad and heartbroken then, and there were so many evening when I would cuddle with Til and feel a little bit better. I contend that she, more than anything or anyone else, helped me to heal. She’s smart and loves to please, but her best quality is her sense of humor. Until I met Tilly, I had no idea how much personality dogs have–she’s quite the trickster, though, and loves to laugh along with her own jokes.
T is also for time. I used to complain about not having enough time; sometimes I catch myself at it even now. I try to bear in mind that I have as much time as the great artists I admire; it’s a matter of using it well.
Which is why T is also for Treadmill Journal. I have friends who are far better at it than I am (Dana), and that helps to keep me at it; the Treadmill makes me be honest about how much and how effectively I’m working.
Lately T is also for tired. I haven’t been sleeping well and have been a bit topsy turvy, so I feel foggy. I suspect part of that is anticipation for the upcoming semester. It’s going to be a doozy.
A police car in front of our house at 3 a.m. caused the three dogs to bark a crazy incessant howl, waking me from a dream. I rarely remember my dreams, but in this one, I was at a beautiful country home where my handsome father was hosting some sort of yarny festivities. Guess who were among the attendees? Margene and Norma. I drifted off to sleep smiling and thinking that I had to remember this dream.
Who would you want to attend your yarny festivities? I wish I could have seen all of the guests–I’m sure you were all among them!
You can leave for five minutes, five hours, or five days and you always get the same loving welcome home from doggies. 🙂
Dogs have amazing personalities. Tilly looks like a real sweetie.