The cycle of life
Arlene – walks around and through doorways imitating Tim Conway – redefining my patience. Has begun staring into corners and will take off with no provocation and run down the dark driveway of my neighbors at full tilt – her aged mind grows more and more addled. Deaf as a doorknob – can stomp right up to her yelling her name and she doesn’t budge. Her sweet face still warms my heart and I fear the day when I will no longer see it.
Loca – spayed on Tuesday, not allowed to walk or jump for 10 days – she has to walk to not jump I tell the vet (who feigns deaf). I read about Labs – they have remarkable energy. They mouth everything. They are tricksters. They require lots of activity and lots of training. I want to roll over and play dead sometimes just because it is mind blowing.
Mom – “I can’t get it in my head that I will be 72, I still keep thinking I’m a young girl.” Meanwhile, she appears more like a 92 year old in poor health, it takes her 20 minutes to get up my front stairs and she gets tired going to get her mail.
Rachel – I still believe if you give me a place to stand I will move the earth – I have energy to spare even if I don’t overdo anymore like before because I know what overdone feels like. Perhaps this is the sweet spot.