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Pickle

I actually have so much I could write about, but that I can’t write about, that I find myself silenced.

Work is so interesting these days - I am learning so much and having such interesting conversations - but it wouldn’t be right to blog any of it, for confidentiality reasons. I used to write about life on the whole, but these days work seems to take up so much of my attention I can’t think how I would separate work from the rest of my life. At least, not so’s I’d have something worth writing about.

Maybe, like Fiona, I need to rethink this blog? What should I write about? Or should I give this a break and see what floats to the surface?

Happiness

Happiness

Originally uploaded by Constance Wiebrands.

When you live with a dog you are constantly being reminded of how to enjoy yourself, how to find pleasure in simple things, and how to make the most of every moment.

This picture shows Paco enjoying a bone on his new futon, a gift from jl (thanks again, jl!). Paco’s joy is just wonderful to see - and it doesn’t take much to evoke joy in him. Just give him a new bone, a toy, or play with him, or take him on an outing or a walk, or have visitors, or visit someone (especially if they have a dog too), and he is so happy he could burst.

When he is sad he shows it immediately and unequivocally, and yet he doesn’t sulk or hold grudges. He gets over it quickly, forgives wholeheartedly and loves completely.

Am I anthropomorphising? Maybe, but so what? Paco is very good for me.

List

Rebecca Blood points to 50 things I’ve learned in 50 years, a partial list in no particular order.

I particularly like this one:

17. Don’t waste your breath proclaiming what’s really important to you. How you spend your time says it all.

To me this speaks of being clear what your priorities are and getting on with them. No need to justify to anyone else, except maybe yourself.

Funnily enough this also tells me why I’m always impatient with, and never care to engage in any talk/thought about the librarian stereotype. Who cares what some people think of us, or what we think of ourselves? Let’s get on with it!