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Last Quarter of the Winter Moon
Kate brought me a spray of yellow tulips two days ago. They have opened now and have the scent of spring.
We’re seeking another dog, looking at Irish Wolfhound and Scottish Deerhound rescues on the internet. We won’t do anything until we get back from Hawai’i, but both of us have a sense of incompleteness in our family without a big dog. I would like a mix with a breed a bit more long lived, since we still grieve the loss of each one of our eight Wolfhounds. Grief underlines the bond developed with these dogs and, in a paradox, draws us back towards them in direct proportion to our sorrow.
Getting ready. I have the portable DVD player, which I’ve never used, plugged in and charging the battery. I do have a fix it role, but it entails electronics, not internal combustion engines. Those I manage through repair services, but often the electronic stuff I can fix myself. Go figure. A partial credential for Geekworld.
Sat down the other day and read a Taoism lesson. As I read, I realized a strange feeling had crept over me. It was contentment. In fact, I feel it now. I had, for many years, a knot, a frissón of unease lodged in the lower left of my gut. Even when I felt otherwise comfortable, a gut check would reveal a free floating angst speaking to me, soma telling psyche all is not yet right. Right now, it’s gone.