The Hermitage of Willow

Wednesday. It's been a quiet day. Most days are quiet for me these days, and I'm enjoying the stillness. One would think I would become introspective. Meh. Why would I want to climb inside my head, it's cluttered and filled with useless facts. 

This hermitage, briefly interrupted, has clapped back quickly. You can't get from point A to point B if you are unable or disinterested in making any point whatsoever. 

I am of two minds all the time--incredibly social, or at least seeming that it is so, versus maximally private. This isn't new. As I said earlier, I had a brief change for a bit of time, out in the world, having a swell time. But, it was never built to last. The relief I feel being a back in my own private Idaho can't be overstated. It's nothing personal, it's more like that master of song, Gilbert O'Sullivan used to say, I'm alone again, naturally. Not to say that I identify in any way with his maudlin masterpiece, his solipsistic specialty song. I don't. I'm just alone again. Naturally.

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6:25 p.m.

Owls!
Willow and I just got back from our walk in the park. She has weirdly been nervous each time we have gone. Not sure why. She loves the ride to the park and loves the walk. Today, despite clearly wanting to leave, she was met by two unleashed standard poodles who came to sniff her. She was nervous, but let them inspect her without attacking them. This was huge. Huge.  She has, in the last, acted very aggressively by dogs at the park who have approached her. That she was not aggressive is likely because she has been around so many dogs at the park. Today, there were probably as many dogs as you'd see at a dog park, except most of the dogs today were on leash. She really likes walks. Today, she was so excited when I put the harness on, she tried to leap into my arms, I swear. She is such a sweet thing. Did hermits have pets?


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