July 13, 2014 § 11 Comments
And it’s true.
Get a dog and you commit to loving a member of a short-lived species. Not gerbil-short, but far shorter than your own expected life span.
Better to love a tortoise or a parrot.
And yet most of us choose a dog, because between the first tick of that clock and the last is an unconditional friendship not possible with a member of any other species, including our own.
Most of the credit for that belongs to the dog.
July 5, 2014 § 13 Comments
I used to be married to a fisherman.
Not a Saturday fisherman togged out by LL Bean.
Mine was a white-boot fisherman who lived with one ear tuned to NOAA weather.
A man who could stand poised on the transom of a bobbing powerboat the lead-line of a twelve-foot cast net in his teeth watching the surface of the water for the nervous boil of a school of bait fish before flinging that impossibly heavy net.
And I was a fisherman’s wife.