Lightly Child, Lightly.

Not far from the city I had a secret refuge, a small cove that I liked to visit at the kindling of the morning star. At that hour there was nothing more translucent under heaven than the shallow sea between the rocks. The seabed was everywhere visible and the water, blue as an eye, grew lighter the closer you got to the surface, until it turned green, then vanished—and I breathed it in.
It was there that the god found me.

– Sjón, The Whispering Muse


Notes:

  • Quote: Thank you Sawsan for sharing. 942 consecutive (almost) days in a row on this morning walk in my almost “secret refuge, a small cove that I liked to visit at the kindling of the morning star.” These words magic, capture it.
  • DK Photo @ Daybreak. 6:14 am. 48° F. December 8, 2022. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.  More pictures from this morning’s walk here.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”

Wally’s Great Adventures (17)

 hello everyone, wally here. Just popped in to say hello. i went out for pee pee and it was so cold out. i was shivering and dad asked why as it was 45F outside. he said when he was a kid my age or a little bit older he used to walk to school all by himself in the winter in 3 foot deep snow and it was so much colder than this. mom snorted when she heard this. anyhoo, it ‘is’ cold out no matter what tough guy says. when i come in from the cold, i run quickly to each floor vent to see which one is blowing warm air and wherever my tushy feels warmest, i flop right down on that spot. It is so warm and toasty. 

and these vents are nice and all but nothing is like napping on dad’s lap when he is working. The tapping of the keys on the keyboard, dad chattering on the phone, soft music playing in the background (dad says van morrison), my eyes get heavy, and heavier and heavier and i fall asleep. i’m safe with dad, and i love him. Have a good day everyone. Wally & out.

 

 

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

There is something about churning through books that induces envy and even admiration, never more than at this time of year when piles of finished tomes are splashed across social media. Bragging rights seem to go to those who have read lots of books and read them quickly – how many times have you seen someone boast about finishing 10 books in a year? What about five?

But there is power in reading slowly, something the Chinese-American author Yiyun Li tells her creative writing students at Princeton University. “They say, ‘I can read 100 pages an hour’,” she says. “But I say, ‘I don’t want you to read 100 pages an hour. I want you to read three pages an hour’.”

That’s the speed Li is happy to read at, even if she is re-reading a familiar text. “People often say they devoured a book in one sitting. But I want to savour a book, which means I give myself just 10 pages a day of any book.” On an average day, Li, best known for her novels A Thousand Years of Good Prayers and Where Reasons End, reads 10 different books, spending half an hour on each title.

At that pace it can take Li up to three weeks to finish a novel. “When you spend two to three weeks with a book, you live in that world,” she says. “I think reading slowly is such an important skill. Nobody has ever talked about it, or taught me that. I’m a very patient reader. Even if it’s a very compelling book. I don’t want to rush from the beginning to the end.”

Elizabeth Strout, the Booker-shortlisted author of Olive Kitteridge and the Lucy Barton books, is also taking books at a more tranquil pace. “I was never a fast reader [but] I think I read more slowly than I used to. This is partly to savour every word. The way a sentence sounds to my ear is so important to me in the whole reading experience, and I always want to get it all – like when you read poetry.”

These words hit a nerve because I am an archetypal impatient reader, desperate to have finished a book as soon as I start. I want to know what happens – now. Ever since I started keeping track of the books I read (because I was sick of forgetting what I’d read) I’ve wanted to read more, to read faster.

So, in an effort to follow Li’s advice, I resolve both to linger and to juggle more than one book […]

Taking my time with multiple books at once feels liberating; as if I have permission to pick up books I’ve spent years meaning to tackle. I’m not promising never to cane something again but I really think Li is on to something. Oh, and I’m at 85 books for the year, not that I’m counting.

, from ‘I want to savour every word’: the joy of reading slowly‘ (The Guardian, December 2, 2022). Bragging rights seem to go to people who devour books, but, as this impatient reader found, turning the pages over many days or even weeks can immerse one deeper in the writer’s world

Wally’s Great Adventures (16)

 hello everyone, wally here. what a day. dad said i might think about chillin’ out a bit on sundays, it being sabbath and all. it all started this morning when mom tucked me in with dad after his morning walk. dad skooched me under his arm and i was ready to nap with him when i heard him sniffing. sniff. sniff. sniff. walter, what is that i smell? mom cleaned my bottom after i pooped so it wasn’t me. he pulled me up to his face, and sniffed me again. walter! have you been eating the christmas tree? oh that. dad found sap all over my face and he said i used to be cute now i just look like an idiot. he said he wouldn’t wash it off, and told mom she better not either. and when i’m sniffing dirt outside it was all going to stick to my face and i’d have to walk around dirty and all the other dogs would laugh at me. i barked at dad and said that wasn’t very nice, and said i would lick his face clean if he had shat on it.

then dad took me up to his office while he worked and i went exploring. i smelled juicy things in his trash can, tipped it over to find crumbs in all kinds of wrappers, kit kat bars, hersey almond chocolate bars, snicker bars, and so much other stuff. gees dad, snack much? dad turned around to find me rummaging around and said dont you dare eat that walter. you will die. whoa. a bit of drama, no dad? dad mumbled something about this house being a minefield…i didnt get it.

so dad had enough and took me downstairs when i managed to crawl into the dishwasher when he was eating his breakfast. dad turned around and said Walter, you’re exhausting…dad said that he should just shut me in the dishwasher and have it steam clean that sap off me. i barked at dad and said that sounded like fun. anyhoo, mom has brought the boxes full of Christmas tree ornaments up from the basement. tomorrow is going to be a HUGE day and i need to rest up. good night everyone. Wally and out. 

 

Sunday Morning (Miracle. All of it.)

Of all natural patterns, the one I think that moves me most, is the sight of a flock of wild geese.

A single goose passing high overhead carries with it a sense of freedom and adventure. “He is,” in the words of Hal Borland, “the yearning and the dream, the search and the wonder, the unfettered foot and the wind’s-will wing.”

But a complete formation of geese is, for me, the epitome of wanderlust. Each one leaves me, no matter what I happen to be doing, wondering how long it will take me to pack my bags. And it’s not just migratory restlessness, the knowledge that by dawn the flock will be in other climes. I don’t feel the same way about swallows. There’s something about the goose formation itself, that arrowhead symbol of limitless horizons, that hints at appropriate and meaningful adaptation. A sense not only of going somewhere, but of doing so together in the best possible way.

Observations of geese in passage, show that they invariably adopt a “vee” formation, flying on the same level, equally spaced out but not necessarily along arms of equal length. The important thing seems to be that the vee must have an apex – that the leading bird should always have others on either side.

It has been suggested that this characteristic formation is nothing more than a simple consequence of the fact that geese have immobile eyes on the sides of their head; and that, with the beak pointed forward, the best way to keep a neighbouring bird in full view is to take up a place just behind it, either to the left or right eye side. But direct measurement of flights of Canada geese shows that the angle between the arms of the vee formation varies even in a single species between 28 and 44 degrees, which doesn’t necessarily correspond with the fixed angle of clearest focus.

Another theory suggests that the vee formation allows one goose, presumably a stronger and more experienced bird, to lead the way, cleaving a path through the air for the others. But, once again, field studies show that the leadership changes constantly and that this position, far from being reserved for wise old ganders, is in fact shared out amongst the younger and weaker members of the flock.

The answer seems to be largely aerodynamic. A recent computer study shows that there is an upwash beyond and behind the tip of a moving wing that can be useful to other birds nearby. If the spacing between wings is optimal, this saving in energy can be considerable. For instance, a formation of twenty-five birds can, just by adopting the most favourable formation, increase their effective range by 71 per cent.

And this seems to be precisely what happens. Travelling geese usually fly in groups of around twenty individuals and invariably adopt a vee formation. If they flew in line abreast on a common front, the birds in the centre would enjoy twice as much uplift as the ones on the ends of the line. But as soon as the line is bent backwards, the ones at the rear begin to pick up additional upwash from all those in front, which effectively cancels out most of the disadvantage of their position. And as they travel, other small inequities which may exist are dealt with by regular and democratic changes of place.

Lyall Watson, Beyond Supernature: A New Natural History of the Supernatural


Notes:

  • Photo: DK @ Cove Island Park this morning. For other photos from this morning’s walk, click here and here.
  • Post Title: Post title Inspired by Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle.”

Wally’s Great Adventures (15)

hello everyone. wally here. tgif!  guess what day it was? no, silly, not hump day. its cleaning day. mom found me in the closet on top of the swiffer box and she put me to work. i have noticed that dad is no where to be found on cleaning day, i think the real work is always done by mom since dad is the king.  i love mom. shes so nice. back to cleaning. while i was responsible for swiffing with the swiffer, she was running something called a vacuum, what a horrible, nasty and ugly machine.  i needed to save mom so i barked at it and kept biting the hose. for some reason mom kept telling me to stop it and that wasn’t nice when i was trying to save her. thats me below with the swiffer. i like to say swiffer. see how focused i am with the swiffer. [Read more…]

The Greatest

People without arms using touchscreen phones. A deaf mother whose watch lets her know that her baby is crying. A blind man whose phone tells him not just that a door is in front of him, but what it says on the door. These are the days of miracles and wonders.

Steven Aquino, writing at Forbes:

Of course Apple wants you to use their products, but so too does Amazon and Google and Microsoft and others. There exists a deeper message: the point is not whether Apple is subliminally advertising to people; the salient point is Apple is overtly advertising a disabled person’s basic humanity.

What this short film expresses so clearly is that these accessibility feature don’t merely allow people with serious disabilities to use Apple devices, but to thrive with them.

—  John Gruber, ‘The Greatest – Short Film From Apple Celebrating Accessibility Features‘ (Thursday, December 1, 2022)

VOLUME UP!

Wally’s Great Adventures (14)

hello everyone, wally here. mom and i went to the vet today. had a poop test and it was clear of parasites. dad said that was because i keep shatting all over the house. oof. i got some shots which didn’t hurt that much esp since the nice ladies gave me all kinds of treats that i never get at home because of dads tight grip on my diet…he then lifts up his shirt to show me his belly and says this is what treats do, you don’t want that. he says i have to keep in tip top shape, this after mimi told him that a frenchie won a big dog show last weekend. dad said that i’ll be running circles around those other mutts in no time, and no dog of his will come in 2nd place… i’m feeling stress transference already. anyhoo, we’re mixing it up today by posting a vid. dad calls it the 8th wonder of the world. what’s that you might wonder? well dad calls wally eating his dinner something that everyone has to see at least once in their lifetime…and seeing it live is must see tv. mom says that when i’m really hungry and digging in, both of my back feet levitate. oh, i should explain that the food “dish” is called a ‘woof pet snuffle mat’ (yes, its a real thing) which teaches dogs how to forage. but that’s not the reason i have it. when dad was growing up on his farm one of his calves caught ruminal bloat and exploded, as he called it, from eating too much dewey grass too fast. so, dad buries each one of these food pebbles in different areas of the snuffle matt and i forage. he says i have to learn to slow down when i’m eating or i will explode too. he says that he’s never seen anything eat like me, a freak he calls it. I barked at him, you’re a freak dad, that wasn’t nice. anyway, those vet shots made me so tired. nap time. good night everyone. its wally and out.

 

 

Guess.What.Day.It.Is?

Is it hump day yet? Even camels are working overtime, the AP reported, as Qatar welcomes more than a million fans for the month-long World Cup. Handlers are cashing in on the opportunity, forcing the animals to give 15 or 20—even 40 rides—without a break. Sometimes, when they’re tired, they simply refuse to stand up and get to work. We feel you, camels.

Mesaieed, Qatar (AP) — Shaheen stretched out on the sand and closed his eyes, but there was little time to rest for the camel. World Cup fans coming in droves to the desert outside Doha were ready for their perfect Instagram moment: riding a camel on the rolling dunes.

As Qatar welcomes more than a million fans for the monthlong World Cup, even its camels are working overtime. Visitors in numbers the tiny emirate has never before seen are rushing to finish a bucket list of Gulf tourist experiences between games: ride on a camel’s back, take pictures with falcons and wander through the alleyways of traditional markets.

On a recent Friday afternoon, hundreds of visitors in soccer uniforms or draped in flags waited for their turn to mount the humpbacked animals. Camels that did not rise were forced up by their handlers. When one camel let out a loud grunt, a woman from Australia shrieked, “it sounds like they’re being violated!” Nearby, a group of men from Mexico dressed in white Qatari thobes and headdresses took selfies.

“It’s really an amazing feeling because you feel so tall,” 28-year-old Juan Gaul said after his ride. The Argentine fan was visiting Qatar for a week from Australia. [Read more…]

Wally’s Great Adventures (13)

hello everyone, wally here. soooooo, short update on the big news today. mom bought all these fancy dog toys when i joined the family last month, a whole basket full of toys. mom is so nice. i love mom. dad said he will need to get a 2nd job to fund all these wally expenses. mom said but isn’t he worth it?!…dad said mom could get a paycheck producing job like she promised 30 years ago after the kids went to school. mom just laughed at him and said but who would care for wally and what good is dad for if she went to work. i barked at mom saying good one mom. any who, back to the big news. i cant tell mom but dad is better than mom at play time, so much better. today he gave me an empty plastic Snapple bottle and i chased and banged and chewed it all day long. it is like the best toy ever. and the great thing is that dad drinks 5 of these a day so there is like an endless supply of them, and dad said these are mostly free compared to the expensive toys mom buys. dad is so smart. dad said when mom isnt around maybe he will open up the pantry and just let me at it. wow. i can’t wait. eric looked at me in that 2nd pic and said that i’m the next neil armstrong astronaut and that i may go to the moon. that’s just so amazing. so i when i went out to go pee pee tonight, i saw this beautiful moon and i asked mom and dad to take a picture of me in front of the moon. that’s my paw walking on the moon…so cool, right? dad said that if i keep peeing in the house, i’m definitely going straight to the moon. no problem dad, wally on the moon, i’m ready. so more to come on the moon thing, stay tuned. good night everyone. wally signing out.

Wally’s Great Adventures (12)

hello everyone, wally here. soooooo, is that your wally up there in the photo sniffing juicy things? that would be NO! that would be sully, my big bro, who is visiting this week. i love sully but dad has taken sully out with him every morning, and me? zero times. sully told me today that i missed a HUGE day, that dad was just giddy with the morning twilight show, pictures here. when i barked at dad, dad told me to stop whining and grow up and when i’m a big boy like sully maybe he will take me.  hmpffffffffff. i’ve learned a lot from listening to dad, so this where he would say “this is total bullsht”.  but, i’m little, i’m discriminated against and as dad would say “there ain’t sht i can do about it” so i decided to show dad that i’m bigger and better than sully.

this is sully and me guarding the house and watching for criminals. yes, i know, it is darien, ct but you just never know when something bad could be running around loose.

and the picture below is sully and me napping in sully’s favorite spot on top of the cushions. (Oh, that was mom’s idea to put the heart around sully and me because i love sully. dad cringed.)

and here’s sully and me playing tug-o-war with his favorite ball. i drink from sully’s water bowl when he drinks, we drink together. we chew on the same bone together. we wrestle together, and i don’t win often but i keep pulling on sully’s jowls to let him know that i’m a tough little guy. so, there are just so many things i’m just as good as sully. yet… [Read more…]

Sunday Morning

“In relationships, I’ve observed that a partner can start out as a friend, then become a passion, then a co-parent, a mother or a father of your children, and if you’re really fortunate, the partner remains—or returns as—a friend. It’s a lower-temperature take on a romantic life, but it’s enduring. I have been so fortunate. Great friendships can survive most of the crap thrown at them. They thrive on the manure of shared disappointment and drama. It’s hard to imagine a force as great as romantic love, but friendship comes close. Someone once argued that “friendship is higher than love,” and I understood what they meant. It may not be as melodramatic or grandiose or passionate as love, but friendship is often deeper and wider. Great friendships explain why we hold on to this life so tightly because it disappears so quickly. Just as Ali and I were becoming best friends, I was aware of the wider web of deep friendships we had both grown up in, this sacrament of friendship from the band to the community around us. Relationships we had chosen, not ones chosen for us by blood. Pandemics aside, I still embrace people when I meet them, which goes all the way back to the days of Shalom when that’s how we would say hello. I don’t know that I’ve ever shaken somebody’s hand without having to think about it. My instinct to hail a friend is to hold them.

— Bono, “Surrender: 40 Songs, One Story by Bono” (Knopf, November 1, 2022)


Photo: Bono portrait by John Hewson

Wally’s Great Adventures (11)

hello everyone, wally here. i’m having an off day, more on that in a moment. that’s me and my bro sully in the pic up top.  he’s here visiting us for thanksgiving. dad calls this the frenchie train. frenchies love to sleep between legs, its warm and safe there. and since sully is older and i’m the baby, i don’t get to pick the pole position. if i bury my head far enough down, i can minimize the downwind vapors. i can’t wait to grow up so i get big-boy privileges. speaking of that, i’ve been having trouble sleeping, and i pee-peed in my day bed today. i’m afraid this may be due to anxiety, because i think i may have been adopted. but mom would never lie, would she? with dad, on the other hand, anything is possible. well, i may be quiet, but i watch. oh, i watch. i watch dad slide sully cheese pizza under the table yesterday. today he sneaks sully a few intra meal snacks.  he thinks i don’t see, but i see. oh, i see.  and this morning, dad was gone with sully for 2 hours for a long walk at cove island park. and wow, he even got sully in a beautiful sunrise shot among other dandies here. and my pic? look at me out of focus with my head up sully’s a**. that’s just not right.  as dad likes to say, i don’t get shat but yelled at, and if things don’t shape up around here, he’s ain’t seen what bad could look like. dad says that i need to be more grateful, as it’s thanksgiving tomorrow. i took some time thinking about dad’s lesson on being grateful. so i looked at the picture he took of me below. look at me. my head is like 3x the size of my body, it’s disproportionately large. mom said that’s normal and i’ll grow into my body. dad asks mom if that is why we got a discount when they bought me. jesus. it’s hard to be grateful with dad’s pep talks. anyway, i had better see some turkey snacks tomorrow, or you are going to see sully rain down hell around here. ok friends, it’s wally’s nap time. happy thanksgiving!

 

 

Wally’s Great Adventures (10)

hello everyone, wally here. i’m helping dad with his planks, planks so his back doesn’t flare up.  any-who, back to dad.  just look at him. what is flaring up are his ears, his face & the veins on his forehead, we have like a medical emergency here so it is wally to the rescue. i first crawled underneath dad hoping to prop him up & dad shouted that this “wasn’t bloody helpful walter.” dad calls me walter when i’m making trouble. still, something was very wrong here. dad was breathing so heavy, and his face was like a tomato, and his arms trembling, i think he was hallucinating & he must be playing the opposite game. so i grabbed the knot in the drawstring from his hoodie & started reefing on it trying to pull dad down. his elbows were broken & wouldn’t come down. “WALLY, GET OUT!” dad looked ill. mom was laughing. i barked telling her that this was not funny & dad was in big trouble.  then dad said he had 10 secs to go and it would be over thank god. omg, dad is dying.  then suddenly dad collapsed to the ground and i thought he was dead so i dropped the drawstring & ran over to his ear & bit down on it to resuscitate him. dad lifted his head & lifted me up with my teeth locked onto his ear, his head like a giant construction crane. it was so much fun and dad was alive!  “DAMN IT WALLY, F*CKING LET GO.”  i barked at dad & told him that wasn’t nice esp since i saved him.  dad rolled around the floor holding his ear saying i made him bleed. come on dad, they are just baby teeth. dad said he was doing crunches tomorrow and i wouldn’t be within 3 miles of him. i don’t know about miles or crunches but i’ll be close by right here to rescue him forever when he’s in trouble. ok friends, it’s wally’s nap time. have a great day.

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

I hadn’t done drugs since sniffing Lady Esquire shoe polish when I was fifteen. I didn’t need to. I felt the pinch of wonder. I felt everything sharply, the people we met, the sensation of being in a body, of eating or drinking. I knew there was darkness in the world, but I was sure it would not overpower us; rather, we would let ourselves be overpowered by the beauty of our discoveries as we traveled through this world. Railway stations and underground trains, the commons, a magnificent oak in a park, the redbrick Victorian buildings of England and Wales, the Georgian splendor of Edinburgh, of Glasgow with its occasional black eye. And the beautiful searching eyes of our audience. Every night, the show. The ragged and sometimes glorious show.

— Bono, “Surrender: 40 Songs, One Story by Bono” (Knopf, November 1, 2022)


Photo: via Zimbio

They’re back…

Atlantic Brants —  hundreds upon hundreds of these marvelous creatures landing at Calf Pasture Beach at sunrise. Pit stop? They breed on the high-arctic tundra.


Notes:

  • Other pictures from this morning’s walk @ Calf Pasture Beach here and Cove Island Park here .
  • Prior posts from May 2022 on Atlantic Brants here.

Wally’s Great Adventures (9).

good saturday morning everyone, wally here. ray, one of dad’s blogging buddies was flipping thru facebook, saw dad’s pics from this morning’s walk at cove Island park, and he said to hisself ” ah, ok, duh, here’s something that I haven’t seen for 928 consecutive days.” then good friend ray shouted in caps WHERE THE HELL IS WALLY? WHATS UP WITH WALLY???? dad seemed more than a bit irritated that i already have a fan from south carolina, and i’ve like gone global, while dad was out freezing his a$$ off, going round and round on the same cove island track and I was sleeping with mom in the cozy bed. so ray wants to know what’s up…thinking…thinking…thinking. i peed on dad’s rug yesterday because he was working working working and I was bored. it got his attention. he said he had to be on a zoom call and i cant shat wherever i want like an aminal. zoom? huh? i then did the zoomies round and round in his office. dad laughed, he never laughs. when dad was doing his zoomies i went exploring in all the rooms on the second floor. i chewed on rachel’s suitcase. and then eric’s backpack. and then i found dad’s cables, so many white cables, so many devices. i heard dad stomping down the hallway so i skooched under the bed to hide. “WALLY!” i know my name now and when dad shouts like that, i know i’m in big trouble. “not the cords wally…not my bloody cables…my gadgets are worth more than you are.” i barked at dad, that wasn’t very nice. he has to be joking. he was! because then dad took me on a boat ride on his tee shirt up and down the hallway. and then i got to play horsey on dad’s back. i have so much fun when dad works from home. dad is the best play toy ever. that’s all friends. nap time. have a great weekend!


And if anyone cares to check out dad’s pictures from this morning’s walk at cove island park, click here.

Wally’s Great Adventures (8).

hello everyone. wally here. it’s 1:30 am and dad just took me out to go pee pee. it threw me off as dad never gets up, it’s mommy that does all the work. i really didn’t know what to make of it. i barked a little, hoping mom would stir. she didn’t. i think she was in shock too. dad held me close to his chest as he carried me downstairs. he didn’t say anything but i could feel his heart go pitter patter. he has one, a heart that is, i heard it, that made me happy. its dark out and dad told me to ‘hurry up, go pee pee and not screw around, it’s cold out here.’ i sniffed the grass, there was either rabbit or raccoon rummaging around here. i walked further out in the yard sniffing to see if i could track them down, and dad followed, in his bare feet, white t-shirt, and sleep shorts. ‘wally, pee-pee, now!” dad was right, that wind from the north was cold, i squatted like a girl, went pee-pee and ran back to the door. dad said ‘sort of good job wally but i’m going to have to teach you how to pee pee like a man.” next time dad goes to pee i’m going to watch and learn. mom said that a cold front is coming in, and they are calling for 5 feet of snow in buffalo. i don’t really know what snow is and what it has to do with buffalo’s, but mom told me i better come to love my prickly sweater. mom took the pictures here. i found that when i run inside from the cold, i can sit on the heater vent and warm my tooshy. it feels so warm and so good. so that’s all everyone. i have to get back to bed now. have a great friday! tgif!

Lightly Child, Lightly.

It sometimes sweeps through him in quick glimpses like an illumination and yes, yes, then he’s filled with a kind of happiness and he thinks that there might be a place somewhere… what if everything could be like that? … He thinks about a place like that, which is obviously no place, he thinks, he falls into a kind of sleep that isn’t like sleep but more a bodily movement where he’s not moving… everything’s heavy and hard and there’s a place in the big heaviness that’s an unbelievably gentle shining light, like faith, yes, like a promise.

Jon Fosse, The Other Name: Septology I-II.


Notes:D

  • DK Photo @ Daybreak. 67° F, with light rain. 6 am. November 12, 2022. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”

Wally’s Great Adventures (7)

hello everyone. wally here. dad took that shot above. not all that flattering, certainly not my best side. and if you thought i looked irritated, you pegged it right. dad shouted at me and told me to “get the hell out from under the chair!” because he knew what i was doing. what is it with this human need to follow me around when i have to poop. mom told dad earlier today that she caught me crawling under the outdoor furniture pooping.  she didn’t know what i was doing on monday and tuesday, but now she understood. she told dad that I started pooping on the grass on the wet leaves and then ran under the furniture to finish. and that she found a number of wally deposits lined up in a cute little row. well, she got most of the story right (like i did line them up in a cute little row), but leave it to mom to miss the entire point. what about the right to a little wally privacy. i don’t go into the bathroom with mom with she’s in there pushing out her spinach. and there goes dad, who’s poop doesn’t smell (he told me that). dad started in on mom again about the need for discipline to start early: “did you notice that he doesn’t shat wherever he wants when he’s with me. there needs to be a bit of fear in this training regime. like he did with the kids.” mom walked away mumbling something about 39 years of this, THIS! she shouted. so after all this settled down, i decided to play in my toy basket. dad looks over, and says look at your animal. apparently i should have taken one toy out at a time to play, but why bother when you can jump right in and play with all of them at the same time. i looked at mom, she gave me a little wink which made me feel better. dad grunted and told mom to watch my back end, there could be another ‘cute little row on the tile.’ so, that’s it for tonight.  hope to see you again on the weekend. good night!

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