Category Archives: People we meet

He should work at the United Nations

Shimmer and I came across the multi-lingual Wet Paint sign on a concrete block utility shed we pass regularly on our walk. The sign was a lie; there was no wet paint. But there it was, haphazardly taped to the … Continue reading

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An unexpected cat fight

Sidewalk chicken bones to Shimmer are like filet mignon to us. Nasty bush burritos are a close second. The other week, Shimmer and I were walking through the small park and found a pie tin filled with cat kibble. On … Continue reading

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It’s like a nickname

Shimmer came back from camp, looking happy and trim, and we had our first walk today. We were both eager to see our neighborhood friends again. First, we run into Ice Plant Mary methodically pulling the weeds out of the … Continue reading

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The Silver Years

There are days when it’s clear to me Shimmer is a retired racer. On these days, he shows every year of his life, every aching bone and tired muscle any older athlete would have. ┬áThese are the days where gravity … Continue reading

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Everyone’s a critic

Today was the first full day of Summer, and of course it was dreary, cold, and windy. Very windy. We live on top of one of the tallest hills in the city and sometimes there are gusts that almost knock … Continue reading

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There’s always one

“You will be the asshole of the dog park.” I remember when I heard these words and I thought I’d never be that person. These were uttered by the guy teaching Joan and I how to take care of Shimmer. … Continue reading

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Saturday, in the park

Today the sky was cloudless and ridiculously blue, the color of a robin’s egg (of which there are five in a nest in our garage), and the small breeze was still cool from its trip across the ocean. It was … Continue reading

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