Monday, April 21st, 2008. The fifth week of Easter
Today is Monday beginning the third week of Caleb staying with me. I have my 14 year-old grandson staying with me for a while. And I have managed to make just about everyone mad at me. The Pope has been in the U.S. and I missed his visit entirely. Well, maybe not entirely, but I hardly knew it was happening. The last two weeks have been “weird” for sure. Oh well.
Monday was followed by Tuesday and everything changed. So today it is
Tuesday, April 29th, a week later and all is well.
I am thinking about this morning at the coffee shop. My dog Izzy has taken on iconic status at the local coffee shop. Doubtless she has stories told about her to friends and acquaintances. But I am not privy to those.
Here is the dialogue from today’s two-for-Tuesday mocha walk.
INT. COFFEE SHOP—SUNNY MORNING
I feel so sorry for that dog.
Would it be better for her to sit at home for 2 hours or take a 3-mile walk?
Woman (with back turned, up-raised backhand gesture, derisive voice)
I wasn’t talking to you.
That did poor Izzy a lot of good.
Doesn’t it seem more helpful—and potentially more beneficial to the animal you are sympathizing with—if you talk to the human owner instead of self-righteously, dismissively responding to an attempt to communicate? I don’t get it. Like I said, it did Izzy a lot of good.