Reflecting on other people’s art – literature, fine arts, performing arts, film, music – anything and everything that we consider “art.”
Dad, I remember you telling me how, because I was a cesarian-section birth, that you were the first of my parents to hold me. Of course by then you’d had practice holding a baby because my sister was born two and a half years earlier. By the time I came around you knew what to expect from a newborn – the spitting, the diapers, the early-morning feedings. That is not to say that taking care of me was a piece…
Please pardon the expression when I say that perhaps I’ve bitten off more than I can chew when co-adopting a puppy with my mom and her mobility problems that make it difficult to participate in the training. But she loves the puppy and insists we keep her. I tell our puppy I love her too in the same way I did when my cat’s health began to degenerate with old age and he became more and more difficult to care…
In the midst of it all, my mom and I decided to adopt a puppy – a two-month-old pug we named Peggy and she’s a handful but we love her. The beauty of it all is that she’s helped distract me from my negative emotions.
At least things were happening in my sleep. I was dreaming one dream after another after another. My dream life was exciting! My waking life was boring.
For this post to make sense, you need to go back and read the very first post on this blog entitled, “Something’s Gotta Change” because this is the sequel. Something did change this year. Just not everything. But the change was significant enough that it’s worth noting. So, here goes. 3 Reboots First off, I’m not sure how many of my readers know this but Bonjour Jubilation the blog is now in its 3rd incarnation. 2011 – It began. I…