The Early Morning Walk Report
“You know when you grab a pair of pants and you’re walking along and yesterday’s underpants fall out one pant leg? I hate that.”
“To whomever rained popcorn down in the dog park — ‘you suck!’”
“Bug (art critic extraordinaire) pees on discarded Van Gogh Sunflowers.”
If you’ve enjoyed previous early morning walk reports (here, here and here), then check out the newly launched emwr on Twitter.
Every 24 hours (or so), you’ll share vicariously in the joy of accompanying two small dogs as they complete their morning toilette in 140 characters (or less).
The well of sadness
The incomprehensible events of the last couple weeks brings the ridiculousness of Oscar Wilde’s Lady Bracknell to mind:
“To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune. To lose both looks like carelessness.”
Derek and I didn’t lose a parent last week. No, we had the misfortune to experience another miscarriage — our second within six months. And while we couldn’t have been further from careless, it’s hard not to want to second guess every choice and decision that we made during that brief seven weeks.
My head and heart bounce around through the various stages of grief with alarming elasticity. Mostly, I feel like I’m standing at the edge looking into a bottomless well of sadness.
Heather Powazek Champ never leaves the house without a camera. A Canadian by birth, she now calls San Francisco home. More »
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