3 shit mornings

In my mind I have so much to spill but I think a good amount of it spilled over the phone yesterday. I'm super excited to garden tomorrow morning in the organic garden at my sister's house. Once they teach me, I can return anytime I want...and on days like today, I'd spend the whole day there I think. It is absolutely gorgeous today.

I usually hate walking Sally and I keep the walk as luxurious but quick as possible. It ends up being usually around 15 minutes because she takes 2 to 3 shits every morning. One right outside our house...she can't wait. Then as we walk along, usually once more casually in this leafy ditch. Then, depending, again casually, or often after I start hurrying her ass home she pulls off to the side to let the third one rip. I don't know how she does it, because she shits at night too, but she does. I guess it's like a dog version of me in a way...but she shits more and is half my size. Hm. Anyway, today, I prepped myself for a longer stroll since it is so gorgeous. I got my headphones (listen to Dishwasher by Fugi..something & Mi..something. i love that song!) and brought along Omnivore's Dilemma as well. I relish every word in that book. It makes me want to fuck the world, go find some little farm (not in the USA)...maybe somewhere in South America...and live there self-sustained. And raise any future children I may have on a farm. There is something so pure about the idea, and the weather, that has glazed over my world right now. And Nora Jones is playing. Ah. She's apart of my morning routine of reading and eating that inescapably will distinguish this time in my life I think. Her music will trigger me to reminisce. I have 5 minutes to change and get my butt over to my beloved pilates class which I haven't been to in over a week. CAN'T WAIT!