yesterday I pooped the bed and woke up at 4:00 am. I figured I was up for the day and went out on an extra early Dawg Patrol. The coyotes are right in town now and the started yodelling as we passed through the park. Mort hates them with a passion and went to DEFCON 1 while Macey assumed Attack Posture. Last year we were just coming out of that park and I glanced behind me to see one following us about 20 yards back. I'm a farm kid and I have no love of those mangy bastards myself. Mort is a Great Pyranese and they are legendary coyote killers around these parts. Local lore has it that the 'yotes send one of the pack out to torment and lure the dog away to an ambush where the rest of the pack will fall upon it and tear it apart. Broken hearted owners have literally found their Pyranese dead - surrounded by the corpses of coyotes. I believe they may be better sheepdogs than actual sheepdogs. Mort is probably the dumbest dog I've ever had, but he takes his role as a guardian very seriously. I knew nothing about the breed when I came across him at the shelter - he just seemed like a big dumb goofy dog... And that is what he is unless he feels threatened. That only goes for animals though - I've never seen him get aggressive with humans.
When we got home it was 5:00 and the wife was up. She told me it was our 32nd anniversary and that we should go out for breakfast the way we did the day after we were married. Where did all that time go?
The restaurant we had our first breakfast as a couple together - is long gone. It got knocked down and a strip mall built up. I still remember it - I had steak and eggs and I think it cost less than 8 bucks. We had breakfast at Denny's yesterday and that part of town wasn't even there in 1985.
We've had some real ups n' downs in life - hell, everyone has these days I suppose. A lot has changed. But sitting here - after that 32 year shitshow with the family, the economy and all the rest of it ... I realize now that I love my wife even more now than I did then. Breakfast was awesome - chattered like we did when we were kids.
I wondered what I would do if I had a time machine - imagine going back to 1985 and changing your life story: imagine she married somebody else, and the family and anger and bullshit never happened...where would I be instead? For me it doesn't bear thinking about.
One of my favourite bloggers is in the exact opposite boats going the other way; he's finalizing a divorce and comments on a curious sense of indifference about it all. None of my beeswax, of course, but I wonder if that isn't numbness? More likely it's a strength of character I sorely lack. The crazed women in my family hit me squarely amidships and I was really depressed about it for awhile. It was so bad I didn't even realize my wife was figuratively under my arm and helping me keep my feet under me. Dunno how I woulda fared without her. My blogger thinks nothing of it; for him, he's moving forward and that's that for that!
He sets a good example.
My wife and are in the same boat. These waters have gotten old, there's nothing to see here anymore, and it's time to hoist the anchor and hit the throttles! 😉👍
Tomorrow it's coffee with King Peter where I will harass him about his sub-calibre 338 Lapua Magnum, and torment his poor wife with my lack of wit. After that I'm gonna run the new generator a bit and start familiarizing myself with the new trailer. Hopefully I'll be able to hit the range too.
Hope y'all have a great weekend lined up yerselves! Now - if you'll excuse me - all engines! Full speed ahead!