To New Beginnings_May I be happy_Me, My Human, and Our Evening Walks_A Note in Time
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To New Beginnings
BANG! The car door slammed loudly behind my next customer as she bounced into my taxi. I turned my head to see a woman no more than forty sitting in the back seat, staring at me with wide eyes through the rearview mirror.“Follow that car”, the stranger said, pointing towards the red Corsa adjacent to us.I turned my head around to the woman and through furrowed brows asked: “Huh? Why?”“There’s no time, just follow that car”, she said frantically as we both noticed the car in question rolling out of its parking space and beginning to move further away from us.And so with the car in front edging ...
May I be happy
I wanted revenge, I vowed I would get revenge. Shaking my head as if it would clear away the negative thoughts I reached for my phone and started a "loving kindness" meditation.“Ok, focus,” I coached myself.I relaxed the tension in my body and listened carefully to the speaker on my mobile phone as a soothing deep voice instructed,“Now direct your attention to someone you don’t have positive feelings towards and send them loving kindness. Say to yourself may they be happy, may they be at peace and may they be healthy.”Sinking a bit deeper into my bubble bath I felt the tension in my body as I ...
Me, My Human, and Our Evening Walks
Smellwww.onedoor.ccs. Smells. Wonderful smells. My nose twitches, and I can't stop wagging. She, my human girl, who I love, who calls me "baby" and "good boy" and even sometimes "Stinker," smiles down at me. Together, we sit in front of an open den hole. I will admit that these den holes confuse me from time to time, but my human, my girl, is too smart. The cumbersome wire mesh never tricks her. When my nose bumps against it, she laughs, "Calm down, Davie-boy! Soon, soon! After the rain!" I don't understand her mouth sounds, but I know my name, so I turn and am confronted with a puff of her glorious breath....
A Note in Time
Clammy hands-check Stifling hot leading yanking on the collar of my freshly pressed dress shirt-check A marching bland playing in my head-check A circus performer on trapize in my stomach-checkYep, it must be official, I'm about to propose. I picture the look on Jason's face when I broke the news last month while we were watching the Indians crush the Braves: 4-0. Jason was devestated since Ruiz just missed celebrating a no-hitter. I was too nervous to really care.Between nachos and stale beer, I blurted out, "I'm going to propose to Mallory."Jason's bushy eyebrows rose and his mouth dropped o...