***Bernie at the dog park, on the Mississippi shoreline. If I recall correctly, this trip to the dog park was the first time I admitted she was older, as she walked and sniffed much more than ran and swam! She was 10 in this photo. Sept. 2005***
Alright, it is August 9. July 10 was my last day of work before Brazil, and August 10 is my first day back at work. It's not all bad, going back to work, though this week promises to be a busy and interesting one. If you are in the Twin Cities, please please join us Thursday 8/13 @ O'Gara's in St. Paul for a fundraiser from 6-10 for my nonprofit, ACES. Food, music, a kick-ass raffle. We fear no one will show up, so be there!!!
I had a great trip to Brazil, met many cool people from around the world and did many cool things with them. Rio is a great place, the Amazon is amazing. I'll go into more detail in subsequent posts (I'm still getting my groove back as far as writing/blogging/computing goes), but serious thanks go to Becca, Fernanda, Francisco, Andre and all the other Brazilians who were pretty cool to this gringo for three weeks.
I've spent the past several days hanging out with Beth doing fun stuff. Her dog, Oliver, is pretty darned entertaining, I must say. Really smart but kind of flakey, energetic as all get out. I came home tonight, after a full day of boating and socializing, to a quiet house. It still throws me, no dog to wind down with. It's like a hole in my life that I'm waiting on someone to deliver the dirt to fill it. I've been so busy the past few months perhaps I haven't noticed the void that exists. That, and I noticed the past couple years, even when I still had Bernie, that I was becoming more co-dependent. Not on one person, but just less satisfied taking on the world as a party of one. Now I have other pleasant parties to walk alongside but no fuzzy friend to take my mind off the world. Of course, march on I do, back to reality on Monday, an amazing month in the books. I wonder what adventures await in the upcoming month. . . .
1 comment:
Hi, Chad.
I had a dog when I was a boy and I know how you feel. They have the capacity of digging a hole in our souls to hide their bones and that scar never heals. But it is better to have the wound than have no k9 memories. Tudo de goodgee para você.
André Brazil
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