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I’d never heard the word “brindle” before. It’s not a mutt-colored coat but instead is a fur-woven pattern of fine silk and sheen. She’s dark brown and she’s light brown with gray-brown eyes. She’s always happy, always eager-to-please. I wonder if I was like that when I was younger. I wonder if she’ll turn out like me when she’s older. If the gray will overwhelm the warmth in the brown in her eyes. If she’ll only regain the twinkle when she’s manic.

I’m a writer or something like that.

I will regain my status as a tap dancer soon.

I had a boy, lost a boy, got another boy. Loss pending.

I adopted a dog, adopted another one, and adopted another one (the last of which was in part due to my fondness of odd numbers, 3s in particular.

I was born. Death pending.

I got a degree, got another one, and am working toward the end of the third one.

I have a momma and a dad and a granny and a grandma and a brother and a sister in law, 9 aunts and uncles, and approximately 17 first cousins.

I have a doggie gate that I don’t understand how to install. I have no knowledge of an Allen wrench.

I’m cursed/blessed with tragedy.

That blamed bicycle stole my virginity when I was but a girl. Ouch.

I encourage people to save the world.

I have a history of passing out. For this reason, I should not give blood but still have the urge to because I could save your life, dear reader, because I have O-neg blood. I would gladly pass out to save your life. I might vomit a little when Bryan comes to pick me up from saving your life but it’s okay, only a little will get in his air vents.

I have kneecaps and calves of steel, though I might have just cracked my kneecap just now.

I love to read. Some favorites are the Year of Magical Thinking (Joan Didion), Young Men and Fire (Norman MacLean), Into Thin Air (Jon Krakauer), I Know This Much Is True (Wally Lamb), October Light (John Gardner), As I Lay Dying (William Faulkner), Angela’s Ashes (Frank McCourt), Devil’s Knot (Mara Leveritt), East of Eden (John Steinbeck), and my current read, the Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down (Anne Fadiman).

An environmentalist
college professor that he was
told me
It’s called climate change, not global warming
Some places get colder
I’m getting colder
My seas are rising
and my summers are shortening
The end of summer came a month earlier each year, 2008-2010
August -> July -> June
2008 -> 2009 -> 2010

Next year, there might not be a summer at all

SOB with me

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