7 July 2014: Monday ... beagle club at Carousel ...

The dogs needed to meet and we talked about our canines as I walked Dancer at Carousel. She had her 10-year-old male Beagle, which she got, in her Delaware accent, in lower Delaware and I had to tell her about the beagle races that I'd seen and she was interested in finding out about such an activity. I mentioned the barking of course and I suggested she search for "beagle club". It was a nice, short conversation. And we bade each other a good evening ... dusk was about an hour off and the park was well populated with softball players and soccer enthusiasts and young families, mostly Hispanic, the sounds of Spanish being shared with loved ones.

Sometimes light erupts in a clearing and the need to record an image blazes its need. Here, in a wooded opening off the asphalt pathway at Delcastle Recreation Park, I caught Dancer with a single, hand-thrust-low grab shot. It worked, I felt, and saved the pic.— with Dancer at Delcastle Recreational Park.

It means something to share knowledge and it leads to more sharing and by listening you can help the process of healing and understanding. I did that tonight with a simple text and then receipt of a phone call and a sharing and profession of friendship. That's what it means ... you need to express with one another and you need to love, like the disable man in the POV video on PBS tonight who talked about its necessity and the meaningless of life without it. Yes, we need love and we need people to listen and to care.

Good news about mom. We were without meds in the morning, that is, the opiates and the metoprolol and furosemide, so when FedEx delivered the drugs in the package inside the old office door, there was relief. But she did well today and I got her the heart meds and lasix this afternoon and we'll start on the regular doses again in the morning (at the suggestion of a helpful call from a nurse for Delaware Hospice calling from Dover). Well, when I said good night (mom was watching the same documentary on PBS), she felt good and the rash is healing and the nosebleed has stopped and she loves watching Antiques Roadshow.

We are all disabled in some way or another. Each of us plays at being normal, said the thalidomide-affected filmmaker of the POV film on PBS tonight, a work focusing on special needs athletes and their passion, focus and utmost abilities. It is a statement that does ring with more than a grain of truth, for yes, we all do mask something in ourselves and the politics of work and life can provide for dissent and misunderstanding. Why can we not resolve to be good to one another.