“How am I today?” Well thanks for asking, Cedar. It’s probably not a good sign that I’m navigating by old rock ‘n roll songs, but to answer your question so you can get back to plotting chewing the mail, “I’m somewhere between Bobby McGee (‘I’d trade all my tomorrows…’ and Stephen Stills’ “rose in a fisted glove.”
Here’s one more thing I admire about you, Cedar. It takes you no time at all to switch gears and love the one you’re with. As I took off short-notice for a weekend boat delivery, our most recent sitter was worried you wouldn’t heed her since you didn’t know one another. Somehow, magically you figure out who’s supposed to be in charge (although I think we both know you still always believe that’s you…that’s why you won’t quite hand me the fetching dummy, or why you insist on the victory lap after catching the frisbee). But anyway, for the sake of today’s blog post, it’s pretty cool how you can instantly “turn your heartache right into joy” (or skip the heartache altogether).
Not quite as cool but still kind of endearing was your split-second decision to go on a long walk with Holly and dog Griffey the other day. (I’m sure you would have texted me if you could.) Let’s hope that boundless love and opportunism holds through the next couple of months as my work travel beckons.
I may have made this up, dear girl, but you seemed pretty happy to see me last night, wagging your body with your head out the window in the dark sideways rain. I think the boat that captured my heart yesterday works an emblem of both the editorial standards of this blog, and of your sturdy heart that’s always open to loving the one it’s with.
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