molly
March 15, 2024
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Switching up the spot to write today. Change of scenery is always good.
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Looks like it might be a warmer day. Not cold. Not hot. Not the warm I know from sunny mornings on the balcony in Gujar Alto, but warm for a Berlin March.
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If you look out directly across to that gray sky, you’ll see it isn’t actually sky, but cloud cover. It’s a thin enough layer to be a cloud, but thick enough to not be sky.
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It's the cloud layer we get here on the constant that makes all these buildings blend into up above.
On foggy days, I always think it's cool to see Alex get its head lost in the clouds. I wonder what he thinks and feels up there in that misty fog. Probably similar to Seattle’s Space Needle, "Hey, it's quite misty here. My face is all wet. It’s refreshing but a bit disorientating because I can't see my city down below." -
That was a weird tangent.
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As I wrote that line about “change of scenery" being nice, I couldn't help but think about Megan as a youngster.
I loved moving the furniture in my room pseudo often.This little furniture rearranger was me building up my sense of creativity — my design eye. How does it all fit like tetris in a new way? -
I was always proud of my rearrangements. It felt so fresh when it was done. A new look, new feel, new spaces to dance to Ace of Base in.
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I miss Molly. She was the best dog ever in this whole wide world. I'm actually tearing up thinking about her. I think she was my first love. True, unconditional love for an animal. I was too young with Cayman. And then with Dee Brain, our cat — the one I really wanted who was rescued by Uncle Steve’ss ex-wife. I loved her, too. But it was different. Molly and I were soul sisters.
<<<READ MORE ON THIS MOLLY MUSING IN MY MUSINGS HERE>>> -
Uf, well that was a write down memory lane.
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I'm weirdly not nervous about it. I just hope I don't crack some awk guilty looking smile.
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I feel I’m going to be all flushed and flustered because that's how he makes me feel.