[Teacake]

Yoko Ono sang that.

She meant it. So do I.

[MotownJohnny]

Good, because I know the summer has been brutal for you.

[Teacake]

It's been a productive healing crisis.

I feel exactly like a beautiful German Shepherd pup Sam used to look. Sam's master was looking kind of haggard and always had a story to tell about Sam's adolescence. Sam chased a female jogger. Sam created havoc. Sam ran amok. Sam was a gorgeous dog. Sam did all kinds of things and Abu Sam had the look of a man who had been making profuse apologies daily and had his moments of fear and doubt about getting his young dog under control. It was really very poignant. Sam raised his ears and posed elegant as a Sphinx totally unaffected by his dads stories, as they had nothing to do with him.

We admired him and looked for the words. Sam was growing into his dignity.

I feel like both of them. Or each of them.

I like it!

[MotownJohnny]

Good, I think you deserve to feel like the storm is abating and you are sailing into smoother waters now.

[Teacake]

I think I've done what old Dabrowsky called "positive disintegration". If I did it was very politically incorrect of me. But if I did it right I'm all morally advanced and evolved or something. It really is an interesting way to look at "psychoneurosis" in midlife. And its probably more sensible than I make it seem.

I could rescue a little dog to run with me on the farm. A little yappy dog that wouldn't eat much but was used to sleeping on the floor in the little room off the kitchen would be great. I'd probably sleep in the little room to get her used to it.