And maybe I’ll wait a little longer for the lows. Some of them are shared: the violence around the world, people fleeing for their lives or standing up to superior forces to protect their futures; the memory of a horrific war; the realization we just don’t seem to learn from those horrific wars.
Some of them are personal: that litter didn’t happen, and I had to say goodby to a dog that was born into my hands thirteen plus years ago. It was for his benefit, and I was there at the end, with him. But it doesn’t get any easier.
I left my freaking geraniums out one night too many, and it looks like I’ll need to replace them. Doggonit, I’d kept them going for more than ten years. Oh, well.
I was ringside, in Pueblo, the day my dear friend attained a championship with her dear friend. Silly me I didn’t grab a photo then but the next day I watched her show, and managed a few with my phone. Yeah, I had that expensive camera with me…in the motor home. Fat lot of good it did, right? But our phones fill in the need, sometimes. So I was able to capture this lovely moment. Lark, multi talented, multi titled, and now an AKC champion. The photo wasn’t taken up close enough for detail but the love and trust is there. And it is beautiful
Her win prompted the margarita tradition we started this year and hope to continue many years to come. Our dogs bring us joy and sorrow and wonderful friendships.
And isn’t that enough to encourage us to celebrate life?