This tree was meditative, beside still seawater that was littered with patches of frozen riverwater floating along, after an appropriate numerologically-induced respite from tree pictures.
[daily log: walking, 3km; dogwalking, 5km]
Day: January 7, 2022
Caveat: Dogwalking #17 and a thought on solitude
I walked the dog yesterday after a long break from dogwalking due to excessively icy roads and my own under-the-weatherness over the New Years weekend – mostly it was burnout from the hard push of extra hours working at the gift shop up to and through Christmas. She behaved quite well yesterday.
Today I walked the dog again, but she was quite badly behaved. She decided to chase a car, and pursued it at least as far as the shooting range – about a mile from our house. I had to walk to catch up to her, in very cold weather and calling for the dog. Then when I found her, I had to convince her to come close to me so I could catch her and put her leash back on. That was time consuming and difficult.
Then we made the trek back to her house, on the leash rather than letting her run free.
She seems to realize the leash is a problem, and frequently pauses and engages the leash in a game of tug-of-war to show her feelings.
It was a longer walk than usual, anyway. Probably good for me.
I had a thought about solitude. Actually, the following quote is my own modification of something I must have run across somewhere online, which I have been unable to track down.
I like being alone. I have full control over my own life and my imagination has free rein. Therefore, in order to win me over, your presence has to feel better than my solitude. You’re not competing with another person, you are competing with my own mental landscape.
Caveat: Poem #1986 “Miracle”
ㅁ The cancer grew and made a stand, but doctors made it die The years have passed both slow and fast and somehow I'm still spry.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.