The luxury of time
This morning I slept in late much to the chagrin of the doggies. But I knew I was going to give them more time and more patience than I had all week so I let them pace and scratch and make whimpering noises. I dreamt of two men, one who I desired and one who desired me. We were in the same apartment and the one I desired was aloof and at one point was naked, laying back on a chair much like he was posing for Cosmo girl or some cheesy rag. The other man engaged me in conversation and kept making me laugh. I woke up smiling.
Then I took Loca out for a long walk through the park. The Fall Crescent City Classic was going on and I was suddenly aware of runners everywhere having forgotten the race was today. I would have signed up if I’d known I was running again.
The park seemed alive and full of spirit. The day had a slight feeling of cool air left to it. The sun was bright but I had my 45 SPF on and a wide brimmed hat. Loca was such a good girl today – obeying her commands with little effort. She still crouches down by the footbridge – she’s developed a phobia having crossed it right after surgery and her stomach not quite right yet.
When we returned, Arlene had her nose pressed against the glass of the front door – she doesn’t know where she wants to lie down and she knows she doesn’t want to walk with us (I drag her on her walk in the morning, forcing her against her will to get some cardio exercise). She misses hanging on the couch with S – she doesn’t get that kind of quality time from me – just scritches here and there, but not real touching time. Note to self – give her this, she needs it.