I drove out West last night with Sasha. It was very dark and rainy -- I don't like driving much at night by myself and much less in those conditions -- but got here in one piece. Mark had driven out Thursday night to try to work on Michael stuff, ie open bank account and continue to look for a job and a place to live. So far nothing. Which means that I'll be heading back to the city tomorrow night and will have a "stay-cation". My strong preference would be to stay here in the country all week, to work in the studio and hike in the woods. I'm actually pretty angry about it. I want my life back. But am making the best of it.
I woke up early (Sasha sleep through the night regularly lately), made coffee and read a book. How lovely and decadent. A friend at work suggested a fantastic book, The Age of Iron by J.M. Coetzee, a South African writer. The main character has cancer and the story is a long, long (book-length) letter to her daughter who lives in America. It is a fantastic book, written in 1990. I just mailed another of his book to Chitra in Bangalore which was also excellent -- The Life and Times of Michael K.
Then I took Sasha for a long walk in the woods, about 2 hours. Initially I had her on a 10-foot leash, then decided to let her loose. She was excellent. I didn't have any treats with me, but she came every time I called. I've never seen her so happy. Jumping in the air, running in circles. Totally joyous, totally free.
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