Sometimes the smallest events are the biggest productions. Zephyr and I went to the river tonight and this is what happened:
1. It’s helpful when going walking to REMEMBER YOUR WALKING SHOES.
2. Flip flops are not walking shoes, but you make the best of it.
3. We saw the COYOTE! It was good to see her. I miss her. I decided to grab Zephyr although he whined and barked to get to her. Reasons: A) Zephyr is older now and I don’t know how she will react as they haven’t “seen” each other in nearly a year. B) Although it is the same place we have always seen her and it looks like her, I don’t absolutely know it is her. Z doesn’t need another coyote chomping. We watched, whimpered and smiled from 10 yards. She was hunting lizards, completely unfazed.
4. The riparian forest has grown so high you can barely see the river from the dirt road now. Maybe, come winter when the leaves fall.
5. My feet are so going to hurt after walking the rocks.
6. I went to the fig tree and it was swollen with fruit! I did remember by tote, so I picked as many as I could carry, ate a few more, then all sticky fingered started back. (Back home I called my dad, “We have more figs.” Tomorrow, food swap.)
7. We walked back along the river. Zephyr swam, I soaked my feet and dragged my toes through the cold mud. Quieting.
8. Walking back, Zephyr ate something I don’t even want to say, it was that gross. I was so pissed. Damn, dog!
9. Back in the jeep all harnessed up Zephyr threw-up all over the back. Jeep smells gross. Good news: it was on a blanket. Good news two: better there than on the carpet at home, which is where he usually pukes.
10. Pass on trip to Trader Joes for goat cheese and eggs, as suddenly those things don’t sound appetizing anymore.
11. Home: washing figs, running washer, cooking pasta. Zephyr put himself to bed. He’s kicking his feet against the hardwood floor. Maybe, he’s dreaming of the coyote. It was good to see her.