Little Cooper is spending this week at his cousin Hannah's house. The reasons are not important. But having had Cooper for more than ten years, it is so odd to be in
But I come home, he is not here. I go to sleep, he is not here. I wake up, same thing. It's sort of nice, no one nipping at my heels, metaphorically, but it is also rather odd. Kind of like when your mate (of the human kind) that you have lived with for 10 plus years is gone for a couple of days, you revel in the freedom and then you miss them. (And you might do things that the person or dog would frown upon, like dancing in your underwear or watching porn on your computer or eating cheesy queso dip with chips or getting stoned. I have done none of that, just so you know, but I have done other things I will not discuss. things that Cooper would not allow.So, that's where I am about that.)
I miss little Cooper but I am fine with him being at Gabe and Annie's and I will retrieve him on Friday. In the meantime, it's nice to know that he has stolen part of my heart and part of my exercise routine. Little sot that he is. I won't walk two miles in the morning (or afternoon) without him, that's for sure.
Drugs: I knew you were jonesing for this part. If you read my blog you know I have a knee joint that is fucked up, to put it bluntly. I went to the very cool, very lovely osteopath doc today to get a shot of cortisone in my knee. We will see if it works. 70% get great relief for 1 - 12 months. 30% do not. It's a mystery why it works, but unless anyone out there has clear evidence of cortisone's harmful properties, I am hoping it works. The knee pain is tolerable but I am tired of tolerating it. It makes me limp, it throws the rest of my walking stride off and thus fucks up my back. We will see how this cortisone injection works or doesn't work.
Yesterday: I dropped Cooper off at Gabe's house, met Jenn around noon at BART and we spent the day going to 2 museums, having a quick yummy banh mi for lunch in a dive on Clement Street, driving over the GG Bridge and taking a right turn onto Alexander Drive but then veering off to the Marin Headlands and on to Cavallo Point. We sat at Farley Bar for at least an hour, looking out at the bay, nursing a single drink, watching barges, container ships and a gigantic cruise ship come in and/or out. It was warm, sunny and lovely. Then we mingled with commute traffic for a few minutes, turned off in Corte Madera, shopped, moved on to San Rafael and had a lovely dinner at Le Comptoir on 4th Street. Delicious and fun and excellent conversation. Then homeward. It was one of the best days, for me, with my daughter, in...... years and years. We are going to do it again, later this fall, when the exhibitions at the two museums are new.
I am amazed by my children. Just amazed. I wrote about this earlier. Don't want to be repetitive, but they kick ass in every way.
Finally, reading. I haven't read anything lately that knocks me over. I am reading the current Julia Glass novel, "A House Among the Trees" which is good but not great. I have read most of her previous novels. This one seems too wordy, but it might be my current impatience for too much prose. Not sure. I read "The Chalk Artist" by Allegra Goodman which I liked, but didn't love. Decent characters, and yet..... again, probably because I am tired of novels or any genres that don't make me long to read them when I am not reading them. I want to be thinking about the book when I am driving home from work, to want to escape into that book.
Yes, sort of an obsession, but the books I am currently reading are not giving me that, but it will happen. There are three books languishing at the library, under my name, on the reserved shelves, one of those might be The One for this year. I hope so. Otherwise, we read on, like boats against the current.
blah, blah, blah. Thanks for reading this far.
xo
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