My attempt to constrain the length of my journaling could be better. I frankly love writing again. I'd forgotten (mostly) the years I spent communicating with family, friends & loved ones by writing a letter, addressing an envelope, sticking it out for pickup and, of course, the reversed joy of receiving a response a few days later. There was no need for a quick response. No perceived slight when the reply took a week or more. And the focus on the written word feels more intimate, too. All of this could be typed, and when the "Type Folio" I ordered arrives, I expect I'll use it, but to sit in a chair with my legs crossed while scribing my thoughts onto a virtual pad of graph paper using a pen feels as authentic and familiar as the pops and clicks between tracks on the console stereo to my side.
Today started well. An early rise, the "fed 'n bed" dog routine, a moderately focused zazen sat window-facing while the rain fell on the yard outside. As always, the session with Denise was insightful, informative and validating on many levels. My next stage in life needs to be spent doing something that feeds my soul and brings me joy. Perhaps that opportunity will exist at Care2, but I might find that it does not. It's going to be an interesting month.
Jen and I went to "GOBM," When we returned, we found that Lucky had eaten a significant amount of chocolate. It was likely my fault due to having moved some items in the pantry around. I must have left it in a position where it slipped and fell. I did enough research to confirm that I would need to induce vomiting at a minimum. Using Hydrogen Peroxide. Which we thought we had but could not find. So after a run to Safeway and back, utilizing a medicine dropper Tommy coincidentally had in his room, Lucky was primed and expelling the contents of his stomach in about 10 min total. I've only had to do this once before, and it did not work, but this time it did the trick. I started out feeling irritated and frustrated because the dog had no idea that he was wrecking my plans for the day, let alone risking his life, because, hey, he's a dog. And even after numerous lengthy, drawn-out closed-room educational seminars, complete with PowerPoints and handouts, he still seems unable to grasp, let alone retain, the severity of the molecular interactions within his body due to ingesting chocolate. Stupid fucking dog. Once the purging concluded, It was time for a bath. He seems fine now but shaken, as I tend to feel myself after a purge of such magnitude. We'll keep an eye on him.
I have been feeling a nagging compulsion to reach out to Jon F. and make plans to sync up for a casual dinner and movie night. It's been on my mind for several weeks. So I dictated a quick text to start the dialog between the store and finding the chocolate binge. We ended up scheduling an impromptu get-together for tonight.
Jen brought stew. We enjoyed a 2017 Petite Sirah from Therese Vineyards, passed on a sub-par cellar saver, sipped some Midleton's and RedBreast and enjoyed an evening catching up. We have awesome lives and awesome friends!
