As I was walking to work today, all of a sudden I started crying. I could not for the life of me figure out why. I am a person who lives with a low level of depression on my best days, and I am an easy crier, but I always know *what* is causing the tears, good or bad. It really surprised me, and I told myself to pull it together and gave myself a little pep talk, and I was fine again.
I don't remember ever crying without being conscious of why I was crying. For a couple of minutes, I wondered if something had happened which I'd blocked and was suddenly reminded of it, but if so, it remained blocked even then.
Then I told myself that it was probably Obama's fault. I realized I have only a year left to blame him for things, so I've gotta really pick up the pace.
Continuing on my walk, I cut through Rittenhouse Square, because a) it's on the way, b) it's lovely, and c) there are usually lots of people walking their dogs. I noticed a stroller parked on the grass, and a young woman playing with a Bernese Mountain Dog, and running back and forth to the stroller. The dog was loving it, the woman looked happy, and you could hear a baby laughing, in that way babies have that make them sound kinda like dirty old men.
When I got to where they were, I told the woman that I was happy to see someone with a baby still enjoying and interacting with their dog. So many people walk their dogs while walking with a stroller, and seem completely annoyed by the dog's existence, or desire to sniff things. She said that when she was pregnant, everyone told her that she should get rid of the dog, and/or that she would ignore the dog because the baby would be more important. She said that really upset her, and that it's never once occurred to her to do anything differently, because her husband and she decided to "fit the baby into their life," not have the world stop because of the baby. (I immediately wanted to nominate this woman for a Nobel Prize or the Medal of Freedom or something like that.)
I think she said the baby was 8 months old, and boy was she a cutie - red hair, and a big smile. Whenever the dog would come near here, she would squeal with joy, which also clearly pleased the dog. The little girl's name was Jane, which I like. It's an old-fashioned, but nice name, not like Hildegard or something. (Apologies if your name is Hildegard, I'm sure you are a lovely person.) The dog's name was Colonel. They were adorable together. The woman said that there were days when she gets nothing accomplished because they are both so great, she just enjoys being with them.
I'm glad the good surprise came after the bad one. And I'm glad there are people like this woman and her husband. I hope the woman's sister is really annoyed that her prediction proved wrong ...
Happy NaBloPoMo Day 2! Here is a picture of my great-niece Penn dressed as a mummy for Halloween.