Friday, May 12, 2023
Tuesday, May 09, 2023
Thursday, May 04, 2023
Tons of people have dogs. Growing up, my older siblings had one or two, but I don't have much recollection. Until my brother was about 23, that is. He brought home the most beautiful white husky that, to this very day, surpasses any other that I have laid eyes on. The merit of this dog beggared belief. He was loyal, smart, well-trained at his master's hand. I never claimed any ownership of him, but he was so damn obedient that he made you feel kinship immediately.
That poor animal was laid to rest prematurely, as he crossed the rainbow bridge when my brother pulled over to assist another dog owner with their own wounded animal. I don't remember all the details, suffice it to say this beautiful dog was struck by a car as my brother crossed the highway.
My eldest brother has had several dogs since that day, mainly of the German Shepherd breed. They've been loyal dogs as well, owing mainly to my brother's prowess of training dogs to their potential. But to me, they've never neared the sentimentality I've felt toward that keen animal.
I got a little ahead of myself in my recollection. Late in my Bountiful, Utah life, my mom may have felt a little bad for me, so she let me have a pretty cute Cocker Spaniel that she quite forcefully named "Crackers" (I wanted QuikSilver, so who knows). I only had that pup a few months before he got ran over by a car in my front yard. After nursing him back to health, my parents decided it was best if I gave him up.
And then the long dark winter set in, wherein no dogs came into my life.
There were moments during my first marriage where I felt we were ready, but the kids were so young that we just didn't ever pull the trigger. In hindsight, maybe the best time ever to have a dog is when the kids are young. But I digress. Everything changed when, in 2017, we adopted a fabulous Goldendoodle. His codename from the breeders was "Rocket" (all of the litter had Guardians of the Galaxy names), but we loved the name and kept it.
Then the walls of life came crashing down; my marriage dissolved, and Rocket stayed with his mom. I lived out of apartments and rentals and never had him around. That sure made my 3 kiddos sad, but they were able to see Rocket weekly when they went back to stay with their mom.
Then, in 2019, I bought my own house. Within weeks, I was hunting. And I mean, feverishly searching. I couldn't see myself with a large dog, and I knew I wanted a girl. My niece had a really fetchingly smart Aussie, so I started playing around with the idea of a mixed Aussie. Within a few weeks of closing on my house, I found someone in Gilbert who was selling the last of their litter...a 21 week Aussie-poo that was simply not wanted by anyone.
I met her and that's all it took. She rolled over on her back and I patted her belly and didn't even question whether I should or not. I took the rest of my savings (there wasn't much) and bought her. Within another day or so, the kids and I decided to call her Trillian.
My logic at the time, being a single dad, was to have something to keep me grounded. Something to pull me back home when my kids weren't around. Another living, breathing soul to fill the empty halls of my house with a fraction of the energy provided by my children.
You must understand that if my kids weren't home, I would wander aimlessly after work. Some of those nights were filled by meaningless dates with people I had met via online dating apps, spending way too much money for a dinner conversation that invariably went nowhere. But most of the time, I would simply wander...driving aimlessly through the streets of the East Valley until I was hungry enough to eat alone at some restaurant and call it a night.
It has been nearly four years now since Trillian entered my life, and while there have been plenty of frustrating moments, vet bills, messes, and early destruction, I am immensely grateful for her spirit. The qualities of a dog are near endless, but her special ability to entangle herself in my emotions and help me sort them out is priceless.
So, this is a small tribute to my dog, and maybe to all the dogs come into my life. Each one of them laid a foundation of knowledge that percolated to the top of my mind when Trillian came into my family. I hope I have trained her well. And may she have many more years of keeping me company, and out of trouble.
Wednesday, May 03, 2023
Monday, May 01, 2023
Thursday, March 30, 2023
"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking out new landscapes, but in having new eyes" -Marcel Proust
Fast forward to today, when upon my morning readings I found this quote by Jack Kerouac. Often venerated by swaths of individuals for his immense cultural influence and his ability to draw upon society's innate desire to break free from structure, I too have fallen more than once for these simple yet honest takes.
As I took a moment to reflect and ponder upon this text, I paused upon each word in turn. Especially the word "travel". You see, dear readers...I am not yet a traveller. I haven't embarked on any great journeys on God's green earth. Have I been to a few places, seen a few beautiful scenes? Absolutely. Immediately, it comes to mind a time in my youth when I backpacked 10 miles into the Havasupai canyon. Never before (and never again since) had I seen such wonderful unified structure and chaos in nature.
I do possess with me an innate stubborn streak as deep as the canyon I visited then. I also feel that to travel now would be folly...I am an addictive creature by nature. And seeing how my means are, at this time, meager...I get the sense that it would become prohibitively expensive and an unforgiving vice.
Sunday, March 26, 2023
Friday, March 24, 2023
Today is one of those days. A day when two decade's worth of retrospection yields few positive outcomes in learning from my own mistakes. When the feedback of a dozen past leaders falls upon my back as the screeching of a legion of malcontents, hell-bent on seeking my endless misery.
My drive into work felt light as a feather; in fact, I remember thinking that exact fact. How crazy it felt to have all the past weeks' stressors melt away. They had all felt so intensely heavy not 24 hours previous.
I was literally lost in the music I was listening to...Depeche Mode's "Memento Mori" album, fresh off the proverbial presses this very morning. I felt hopeful, jaunty, energetic and full of a desire to replicate this sunny fervor that had captured my vision.
Several hours later and I am defeated and flaccid. Like I've spent the last week at the back of the refrigerator, forgotten by my benefactors and waiting for my expiration date.
Somehow, this silly web site is still around after 23 years. It's still here to capture and process my thoughts and moods and whatever analog photographs I choose to upload. Simply having it around is like a warm blanket that softens the daily blows...a balm of healing to ease the friction of an endlessly anxious mind.
Thanks for visiting.
Friday, January 13, 2023
Tuesday, January 03, 2023
Thankfully, we made it back in one piece. And it looked like the lion's share of our adjacent travelers did, as well. Those who slid off the road were, at best, mildly inconvenienced. For the worst, they might have had to catch a ride back into town. We did see one poor fellow who careened off the 17 and tore his entire bumper off.
Glad to be back in the Valley of the Sun.