Jul 3, 2014 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries

Is stating the obvious allowed?
It’s HOT.  It’s clammy.
I felt inert most of the day.
On the other hand, I did plant ELEVEN plants in the evening.  
In addition, I took my daughter to Open Air Circus Camp where she pursues the arcane mystery of Commedia Dell’Arte on Thursdays.  (On Tuesdays and Wednesdays, she’s exploring juggling, miming/stilting, Devil Sticks, acro-balance and unicycling).
And earlier, in the morning, I took Holly on a LONG walk, during which she got to run off-leash in the park, and was happy as a clam.
Speaking of clams, Holly encountered her first clam shell, which S brought home from Crane’s Beach, where S had been with a few of her friends for most of today.
Holly sniffed at the shell, then started backing away, then sniffed it again, and leaped backwards.  Then, she leaped at the shell in my hand, as if to kill it.  She repeated the same actions a few times.  I would walk towards her with the clam shell.  She’d sniff it, then back away for a while, then leap at it.
She was FASCINATED by it.  She wouldn’t go away from the spot where I had left it high above her reach.  She was obsessed.  I called her to the other room, and she didn’t stir.  I tried to lure her with a treat, and she disdained it.  Finally, I took the clam shell upstairs.  She followed me instantly.
This is what equal parts mute dog-hate-and-dog-love look like.
Our dog is as strange as we are.  Actually, she’s stranger.

Tags: #Journal Entry, Circus Camp, Clam shells and puppy, daughter and dog-ter