I’ve been scarce around here for several reasons.
We had company for a few nights and did our best to pretend we were on vacation while they were here. You know, fruit salads and bratwurst on the grill and time at the beach.
And then our cat had the nerve to stop eating which necessitated a feeding tube. This features random cat vomit and four feeding sessions a day that take forever. Fortunately, the teenagers have taken over this task.
But mostly I’ve just been spending all my spare time finishing A Prayer for Owen Meany. I read it when I was 22 or 23. You miss a lot when you are only 22 or 23. You don’t know it at the time, of course, but when you look back 24 or 25 years later, you understand how narrow the spotlight of your knowledge and understanding really was.
Here are a few things my almost 10-month old puppy has destroyed:
1) the cord attached to a lamp while it was still plugged in
2) three shoes owned by visiting teenage girls
3) a salt shaker
4) the living room carpet
5) various bowls and plates.
6) other stuff I can’t remember this second.
Look at that baby face!