Friday, July 3, 2009

i am beginning to think

that logical or not, love must have a measure of faith in it. the more the better.

and today i realized again that a grand piano just sounds so nice. don't you think it is superior to all other pianos? there's just nothing like it.

and today i learned how delightful it can be when you arrive home and there is a little dog, wagging its tail at you when you walk in the door. it just feels good. i have to admit, i have had a hard time relating to dog people in recent years, but i am breaking through little by little. i like this whole feeling wanted and appreciated just for showin' up. and dogs, i realized, always want to play. and they will always play - on your schedule and at your will. this is not always the case with humans. and so, to this i say: "good dog, charlie." what a good friend.

5 comments:

Rachel B said...

Ha ha, grand pianos are classic and amazing and I LOVE dogs!!!!!

. said...

hey, i too again realized something today. actually, i unfortunately realize this at least once every summer it seems. but, please permit me to give here a shout-out to the marvelous healing power of aloe vera, for follicly challenged men like myself in particular. gotta do better with the sun tan lotion coverage.

ps - i concur with Rachel, the grand piano is classic! someday, i am going to play "O My Father" on one...using both hands.

. said...

oh yeah, and about this time last year you mentioned finding something humorous about the 4th of July but have yet to disclose it. we've all been in suspense for so long now that i just had to give you a little reminder.

Peter said...

I know it's been a while since you posted this, but I just read it and I want to say that I wholeheartedly agree with the first paragraph. Fantastic insight.

Brad Carmack said...

Yes, many dogs are beloved for that reason. How can you beat a friend that lights up by your mere arrival? Sometimes people are that way when a friend shows up. Sometimes I light up when a friend arrives- then I have this awkward remembrance that I should probably say something, then trying to maintain a conversation commensurate to the initial joy kind or ruins things.
Good call on the love thing. Not seeing the end is inherent in love and relationships I think and is pretty cool. Faith and intending are kind of like spiritual creation and can result in works of beauty.