The quietly optimistic dog
In the news, a woman in Ottawa has complained that the tax people wrongly took some of her money. In related news, that happens to just about everyone I know. The “victim” or “perpetrator” (all in your point of view) admits that she submitted paperwork that had errors. Songs in the key of life, anyone? I know, an easy to scoff story. Wouldn’t want it to happen to me, etc. Wait until someone slips the real news to this woman; unless she gets much, much richer, she’s going to have this kind of woe almost every year, from now until the year after she checks out. Sorry.
Today was easy. I received confirmation of the weeks (!!) of vacation time that I have to use, preferably over the summer. I like going out and about without a parka and boots. We have this edge season (otherwise known as summer) where that is possible, and I intend to profit. Even the dog is quietly optimistic. The possibilities; time on the beach, time in the great outdoors, irregular eating times (OK, I didn’t tell him about that one). Only a couple of months away. Enough time to cut the grass, or remind son #3 that he should cut the grass.
Looking for a way to sleep through the night.Right now, that same quietly optimistic dog has figured out that coming in to the room with a boom and a wet nose will get him a trip to that great outdoors, no matter what the season. If it takes me time to fall asleep, that’s just his way of saying thank you for all the attention to his toes.
