Greetings, dear readers.
August is winding down and we’ve had a couple cooler days here, just enough to have the goldenrod on the hill waving a come hither fistful of pretty yellow panicles.
Since Ollie stole the limelight the other day, Chiquita has been angling for her shot – and for my pillow. This, in spite of the fact that her waggle-dance was the featured entertainment not long ago. She is nothing if not a show-stealer.
She was in a wild mood this afternoon, chasing a ball back and forth in the living room as if it might escape, bouncing off of my knee occasionally to remind me that I was still on the pitcher’s mound. When she tired of that, she waited until I went to switch out a load of laundry to handily co-opt the warm spot on the couch.
Note the “Who, me?” expression.
Still, she is a teacher in her way. Joyous creature that she is, she does nothing
halfway, from ball aerobics to cat food thievery.
And she is a Zen master of sleep.
I could do worse than learn to seize the moment with such abandon.
Readers, I hope there are a few carefree wags in your world. Be well and safe, I am grateful you are here.