I want a second cup of coffee, but three of the four dogs in this house are asleep near my feet, and I hate to rouse them. I hate to break the stillness of the morning.
I wish too that I had thought to turn off the the light in the hall before I snuggled into my chair. Dark is usually a better match for quiet than lightbulbs.
There is poetry in the room somehow, and I’m reaching for it. Or, more, it’s calling me. Waving to me. Making me think of a friend arriving at the train station. And yet there are no commuting train stations in my city. Strange how my mind went there. Trying to catch up with the poet, the puppy licks my toe. Where is the poetry in that? I will find it....
I dreamed this morning of going to some kind of retreat in the mountains with my husband and attending workshops and seminars. (There are also no mountains in the city where I live.) As we were leaving the seminar, we were scolded by resort managers for having snuck in a little puppy. I tried to explain that he harmed no one and left no evidence of his attendance, but they were still upset. As I woke up, they were looking for the event coordinators so they could tattle on me.
I went to a really large computer/electronics/appliances store last night. I looked at books while my husband looked at wireless routers and my daughter looked at games for a computer. A book caught my eye because it was the only one the whole shelf that was spiral bound. It was a planning calendar---with dozens of pictures of puppies!
I succumbed to the second cup of coffee. Only the baby of the family followed me, but I think he was telling me to hurry, because he is again curled close my feet, half under the snowman fleece that hasn't made its way back to the closet with the other Christmas decorations.
Just Now, one of the other dogs must be dreaming of chasing a bird, because his legs are bouncing around and he’s breathing funny. I hope he catches the bird before he wakes up the others.
Why is The Universe sending me dogs??
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