The Cabrini bells
This morning Loca and I rushed out the door, late again, for our walk. The weather outside is outstanding and Loca was in a rather subdued mood. We headed into City Park, saying hello to the usual suspects, and saw a friend of hers ahead. Instead of getting excited, Loca was sort of like don’t bother me and was going around behind me instead of engaging. The owner and I chatted and she said I haven’t seen you in a few days, and I said I’ve been waking up late, and she said, me too, it’s that transition period. I said I used to get up at 5:45 like clockwork, and she said, I was always up at 6 and I don’t have an alarm. I said I haven’t used an alarm in years and usually it’s the Cabrini bells at six that tell me if I am sleeping late or not. I said this morning I heard them then went back to sleep. She said, one of my favorite things about living here is hearing the bells, six and twelve and six.
As we were coming out of the park, Loca saw her new best friend, Sangi, and decided to become an acrobat and so we let them off leash and they ran up and down the bayou and then straight into the bayou – not heeding a word we said. She came home a funky mess.
But I was happy that both of us are out our little funk.