There have been rowdy kids on the lake today and right now they're (drunkenly) singing Silent Night. I'm always down for a good christmas carol off season. I actually prefer them during the summer. Earlier today they had a dog out on their boat with them. The dog's name was Liam and he kept jumping in the water and swimming off so I heard them calling "LIAM! LIAM! LIAM!!" and it made me think of Boops' kid (named Liam) and how I wish Evan and he had stayed friends even though Boops was in a relationship where she had to choose between friends and boyfriend and opted for the boyfriend. It was so high school. Pfffft.
Anyways, I was thinking today about this time (before kids) when I lived in manhattan and I used to take our dogs to a school yard every evening to play ball and socialize. There was an older guy there with a big fat (could barely walk) Irish setter named MacDuff. MacDuff was so fat because the owner's sister, who happened to be a nun at a nearby convent (I kid you not!) fed MacDuff milky way bars. (I kid you not) MacDuff sure loved those milky way bars. I think I was thinking about them because the whole barely mobile fat dog/candy bar/nun thing was just so something you'd find in a bizarre novel or cable television show or something. Also, since finishing up my MFA I'm always thinking about the characters I meet and if they are as visually interesting as they might be on paper. I wish I could check in and see of this man and his nun sister were still around. The good news is that the vet found out about the milky way bars and made the owner put a stop to it and MacDuff slimmed down. He wasn't the brightest dog, and I will never forget the day he found and played keep away with a completely flattened dehydrated rat behind some trash bags in the church yard we had to hang out in after the police started chasing us out of the school yard. Those were some good times. wink wink.
I miss my friends from the woods today. As much as I normally LOVE summer and never want fall (and school) to come this year I am finding some comfort in the thought of getting back into a routine where I spend more time on my own. I've been feeling just a wee bit trapped in the house these days.
Today though, I left the house super early and drove the 2.5 hours to stepford just to see the old chiro. Sometimes I need it that bad. The whole way down I grumbled to myself about how ridiculous it was to go that far for an adjustment and then when I was chatting with the secretary about the husband she told me that her brother in law had died from PSP. Can you believe it? I was so happy to find a regular person who had some real life experience with the disease. Now at least I think I know why the doctors are telling me that the husband "does not present" like he has PSP. The secretary said that the first signs in her BIL were slurred speech and falling. But not falling in the dizziness way the husband falls, falling in a sudden surprise quickly go down way. Also, the husband is not slurring, which was an early symptom for the BIL of the secretary.
Then on the way home I had a nice long chat with the goddess and every time I do talk with her I just feel so good after. I think if I had to be stuck in a cell with one person for the rest of my life it might be her because we think so much alike we can really practically read each other's minds. Also, because she makes me feel like a good person. She is very validating. Isn't that really what we all need? Validation?