This boy puked a bunch last night.
There is no way to know why exactly. The dude licks sidewalks after all. Who knows what sick disgusting thing he'd have to find in order to make him actually puke. We call him "Iron Stomach Henry" because he's like a garbage disposal, but the poor boy finally met something his belly didn't like.
Standing on our yellow-leaved yard at 11:30 pm waiting for the dog to heave again is always a strange way to spend the night. And yes, we have to stand around watching because if we don't clean up immediately he'll eat the puke. And no, that doesn't make ANY SENSE AT ALL.
Dogs.
Also like a true dog he's chipper today. Wagging his tail, asking for food. No such thing as a hangover in dog-world I suppose.
In other neighborhood news our neighbor was taken away by ambulance this weekend. Early one morning we saw him loaded up and never heard another thing. Suddenly realizing that we may be the only people in the world that saw this happen we called the hospital, found him, and paid a visit. It was Echo's first time in a hospital and she gripped my hand tightly and maintained a very serious face. Turns out our neighbor hurt his back, nothing life threatening, but he was so pleased to see us.
It's hard to explain but going out into the world after dinner, instead of upstairs for stories, is always a bit special and surreal. And to visit a friend who needed a friendly face, well that's a special feeling as well. I felt part of the world in a big and tiny way all at once.
I don't know. The yellow leaf carpet, the nighttime hospital visit, the bright moon dog nursing, it was all so humbling and earthy. You know?
Anyway, after a couple weeks of running around like crazy people with three simultaneous to-do lists that grew by two every time we scratched off one, we find ourselves on a regular Monday. There are things to do (Feeleez is going off! Workshops, networking, conventions, partnerships - oh boy!) but the most pressing? The fabric store, so we can get brown felt and cut out feathers for Echo's eagle costume. That feels small and doable.
Aaah.
How are you?
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