hello friends. Wally here. i rustle in bed finding a comfy spot, and say what, i found dad lying next to me, what’s this all about? surround sound music fills the room, a tune called Sunday by HNNY. so nice. sleeping in with dad on this quiet morning, rare, this is. well, not exactly sleeping in, dad is tapping on his keyboard. what you writing about dad? he mumbled something about an anne frank and her wanting to write, but more than that, to bring out all the things that lie buried deep in her heart. So I peak over, and he writes.
1,174 consecutive (almost) days, this morning’s daybreak walk to Cove Island Park. Like in Row. Almost, the defining word this morning. I couldn’t find my way out. The streak, 1000 days, is long past, but the pull, the obligation, the call of duty, lurks. What is it that keeps me here? (Sigrid Nunez, The Friend: A Novel) “When you’re lying in bed full of night thoughts,” she thinks…having a huge warm body pressed along the length of your spine is an amazing comfort.” So Cove Island waits for another day, and I lay here, with Wally’s hot little body pressed against the mid point of my spine, with his soft little inhale and exhale keeping time, my time slows, it slows way down, and the edge of Worry melts away, and a little peace enters, a little Wally-peace that is.
dad, I don’t know who this anne frank is, but I like her very much. happy sunday everyone. Wally.
Thank you Wally! Your presence gave your dad a chance to just feel cozy and comfortable and lulled into a permission that he may never have given himself. You are both exactly where you should be on a Sunday morning. And yes, as I type this, Lucy is lying on my head, and Bo is attached to my hip. Doesn’t get much better…
Awwwwww. Lucy & Bo, so great.
Well done, grasshopper. You have shown your dear dad that sometimes we must surrender to the moment and that time spent in quiet reflection can be every bit as valuable as a steadfast commitment to industry. Snore on, old chap, snore on, and DK, enjoy!
Surrender. That’s the word Lori. Finally, he’s learning to surrender!
Good for you, Dave (and thank you Wally).
Thanks Martha!
Good for you, Dave (and thank you Wally). 🥰
So precious.
Thank You!
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There you go, Wallyfying your Dad (and Mom). You’re some kind of miracle.😊
Miracle. Exactly. He is.
The trouble with putting pressure on yourself to keep up the “days in a row” thing, is that while it’s great to get out, the stress of missing a day would start to get to you (it would to me, anyway). So once that streak is broken, you can relax and have wonderful mornings like this. Take a lesson from Wally. He looks relaxed enough.
Smiling. So true Anneli. So true.
Have a good Sunday, DK.
You too Anneli.
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Thank heaven for Wally (and all dogs we can snuggle with.) xo
So agree Darlene!
Wally peace is the best for you both 🥰
Sure is!
oh, that very long sentence at the end of dad’s monologue….. it’s even making me very fuzzy, comfy, warm and lazy. Sorry, the music doesn’t do anything for me, it makes me want to tune out but that’s alright too….
Thanks for this cute little Sunday story!
Thanks Kiki!
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