Pictures from this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park here.
Year: 2022
Saturday Morning
I’ve noticed that people love to hurry. Meals are always quick, coffees are never savoured, glances are fleeting, conversations brief and it feels like this is becoming normal, that people only expect surface level and they only strive for surface level in all aspects of life. Mediocre coffee. Luke-warm love. Convenience. Because life is scary and when you sit with it long enough, and really listen to the silence, you notice what you’re missing, and some of what we miss, we know we will never be able to find again.
— Seyda Noir (seydanoirwords @ Instagram, April 28, 2022) (via balancedhuman)
Photo: Pixaby
Wally’s Great Adventures (5)
tgif everyone. i had a great night’s sleep. i get up once or twice a night and bark so mom can take me to go pee pee outside. dad doesn’t get up because he’s tired and he said that it’s mom’s job because mom and dad have divided up responsibilities between them so it’s fair. in other words, dad plays with me, and mom does everything else. dad is an awesome playmate. i love my crate, it’s my safe place. i sleep in the crate until about 3:30 am when i see bright lights on, then i know dad is up reading. i bark because I’m cold and lonely lying in this crate all by myself — i see dad nudge mom to get up to get me. mom gets up and she carries me into their bed. i wiggle out of mom’s hands, run across the bed to give dad some kisses and then i skootch under the covers and cosy between dad’s legs. i love my crate but this is a much better place to sleep. dad takes me out for adventures each morning in the backyard where i get to hunt in the rock pile. dad keeps saying “stop eating dat.” “stop eating dat. “stop eating dat.” i bark at him telling him he doesn’t have to repeat himself, i’m not stoopid, and if he gave me more snacks i wouldn’t have to eat grass and sticks. i climb from the top of the rock pile and then bunny-hop into the bird bath. dad was so proud of me, he took a picture and sent it to mom. mom yelled at dad saying that he shouldn’t put me up on high places, cause i could fall and hurt myself. i bark at mom to explain that it wasn’t dad but she just kept yelling at him. i don’t understand why mom nags at dad, because he let’s me do whatever I want and he’s always right anyway. dad’s been talking about taking me to cove island park this weekend, mom didn’t look all too happy but I’ve come to learn that dad will do whatever he wants anyway. so i have to go now. it’s nap time. have a great weekend!
Walking. With Headlights. (Lightly Child, Lightly)
5:15 a.m. 918 consecutive (almost) days of this daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
I wasn’t going to post this. Nope. I’m so much bigger than this. I am. No I’m not bigger than this. Not close. As petty as they come.
It’s 6:04 a.m. and I’m at the backside of the park. And there he is again, on the other side of the cove, his headlights on, high beams no less. A-hole sits in his car, doing Something, God knows what. And his f*cking lights have to be on marring the landscape with an ugly coating of man-made light across the shoreline and the inlet. This A-hole is parked right here about 50% of the time, headlights always on. He apparently has his morning ritual as well.
I’ve taken to walking directly into the light, right up to the water’s edge. I swing my camera over my shoulder to free up both hands, and give him a 1-finger salute with both hands, and shout out “hey a**hole.”
I’m a pacifist, with violent mood swings and anger management issues. Untameable. The mind drifts. I shift the shoulder-fired rocket launcher, setting it comfortably on my shoulder, uncock the safety catch, peer through the sights and let the heat guided missile find its target, a thin line of smoke trailing behind…
It’s cold. I’m tired. I’m irritable. I have no 4-legged friend joining me, Wally, is fast asleep. Continue reading “Walking. With Headlights. (Lightly Child, Lightly)”
Wally’s Great Adventures (4)
hello everyone, happy hump day. dad said that i can only take a nap after i write my post. so here we go. eric’s friend dana said the other day that she loved how i crossed my legs when i sleep. dad pounced on that and said that was totally unacceptable. that’s how ladies sit, and sleep, and that i needed to “man-up.” i really didn’t know what that meant but dad was really proud of me when he showed me this picture: “wally, what a good boy.” i like it when i make my dad smile, it doesn’t happen often. it’s getting cold here. mom took me outside for poo-poo and i carefully laid it down on the concrete patio. mom didn’t look all that impressed but i didn’t want to walk out onto the cold, wet grass. dad said he didn’t care where i go poo-poo so long as it wasn’t in his office. dad’s been taking me for short little walks in the backyard. he said that i’m an excellent rock climber. right after he said that i tumbled head first and fell behind the rock fence, and rolled around in the leaves a bit. dad brushed me off, told me to get up and stop being a baby. my head hurt a bit. dad said “after that little performance, i’m not ready to go on morning walks with him.” i barked at him and said it’s not like he hadn’t fallen and rolled around on the rocks writhing in pain, and he was a lot older than me. dad told me not to talk back, so it looks like i have to wait a bit longer before i go on walks with dad. anyway, its been like 3.5 minutes and i haven’t sat on mom’s lap. it’s so warm there and she’s so nice, so i’m going to go now. talk to you all soon.
