Lughnasa Waxing Harvest Moon
Reframing. Work on containment of the puppies requires reframing. If I don’t begin to see these as interesting challenges rather than more damned work, I’m gonna be one frustrated guy. This morning Rigel appears, wandering around in the orchard. This is after a professional fence was installed. GRRR.
My next move may be granite paving blocks. Tough to dig through and a neighbor has a bunch of them for sale. This is chess, doggy escapism and single-mindedness against the more flexible human intellect. I win a move, then they win one. This will, eventually, wind down as the puppies mature, become more sedate, less struck by wanderlust. It is, of course, this very energy that makes puppies so compelling, so lovable.