This is not going to be a maudlin blob. Thought you needed to know that so you will keep reading. Of course you will keep reading because you don't want miss any memorable thoughts or good gossip.
Anyway while me and Tyrone were walking home from puppy care we noticed an older woman walking her dog. Tyrone is the Midtown East animal Social Director. He stops and sniffs anything that looks like another dog or a bush. When we were almost home he saw a dog that had the look of a young pup with the body of a dog that had been around for at least 20 years. Both the dog and the owner were walking, more like dragging themselves down the block. Ty knew he had to go easy, so he sat down and waited for Methuselah to get close. Ty did sniff a bit but did not do his usual “jump and hump” move. It was painful to see the want on Thusies’ face. He wanted to romp and play but physically, just couldn't. It made me so sad.
Then I started thinking about things that made me sad. Not things like the loss of a loved one but things like commercials that show children in poverty, or animals that have been mistreated. It is equally sad to see those commercials about adult incontinence or kids with incurable diseases. So, then I started to think about things like, people who are stupid or inflexible, or stingy. People (no age is too young or old), with no moral core or good manners.
This kind of thinking, which should only be done while meditating, can be dangerous because it takes you to places that are hopeless or irritating, like flowers that die but remain in a vase in full view. Naked trees at the end of fall. Cell phones that aren’t friendly. Words you can't remember. Drinking coffee that you think is decaf and it’s not.
Things that make me sad now, used to make me rage. Like when you are on a plane and people are lolly gagging in the aisles. I used to want to shout “sit down and shut up.” Now I still want to shout, it but in my head it's a whisper. Injustice used to make me rage. Now a little head shaking is about all I can muster.
But that’s about rage not tears. And speaking of tears another thing that makes me sad (is that an oxymoron), anyway, when you get all dressed up, and you look great. Clothes perfect, makeup carefully applied, and you meet someone you want to impress, then you look in the mirror and your makeup is all over your face. It makes me sad that you can’t call those people and say, “but I'm really adorable and impressive, lets have a redo.”
End of the year television series catch up. Some of the shows are great but it makes me sad that another year has passed and I don't have enough time to do everything and see everything I want to do. Happy Hannukah. It makes me sad that there's no one to give me one gift every night. We’re just sayin’… Iris
Anyway while me and Tyrone were walking home from puppy care we noticed an older woman walking her dog. Tyrone is the Midtown East animal Social Director. He stops and sniffs anything that looks like another dog or a bush. When we were almost home he saw a dog that had the look of a young pup with the body of a dog that had been around for at least 20 years. Both the dog and the owner were walking, more like dragging themselves down the block. Ty knew he had to go easy, so he sat down and waited for Methuselah to get close. Ty did sniff a bit but did not do his usual “jump and hump” move. It was painful to see the want on Thusies’ face. He wanted to romp and play but physically, just couldn't. It made me so sad.
Then I started thinking about things that made me sad. Not things like the loss of a loved one but things like commercials that show children in poverty, or animals that have been mistreated. It is equally sad to see those commercials about adult incontinence or kids with incurable diseases. So, then I started to think about things like, people who are stupid or inflexible, or stingy. People (no age is too young or old), with no moral core or good manners.
This kind of thinking, which should only be done while meditating, can be dangerous because it takes you to places that are hopeless or irritating, like flowers that die but remain in a vase in full view. Naked trees at the end of fall. Cell phones that aren’t friendly. Words you can't remember. Drinking coffee that you think is decaf and it’s not.
Things that make me sad now, used to make me rage. Like when you are on a plane and people are lolly gagging in the aisles. I used to want to shout “sit down and shut up.” Now I still want to shout, it but in my head it's a whisper. Injustice used to make me rage. Now a little head shaking is about all I can muster.
But that’s about rage not tears. And speaking of tears another thing that makes me sad (is that an oxymoron), anyway, when you get all dressed up, and you look great. Clothes perfect, makeup carefully applied, and you meet someone you want to impress, then you look in the mirror and your makeup is all over your face. It makes me sad that you can’t call those people and say, “but I'm really adorable and impressive, lets have a redo.”
End of the year television series catch up. Some of the shows are great but it makes me sad that another year has passed and I don't have enough time to do everything and see everything I want to do. Happy Hannukah. It makes me sad that there's no one to give me one gift every night. We’re just sayin’… Iris
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