Thursday, October 13, 2011

Old Dogs Teach New Tricks

{The Farm in Fall}
















Last night on the way out of the studio at 1am a drunk frat boy asked me if a) I was Russian and b) where the kimchi taco truck went; this morning I chatted with a woman wearing her four-foot-long pet iguana like a mink stole; this afternoon a little gay Japanese man in a purple cravat giggled the entire time he administered my head massage before cutting my bangs. Seriously, if one is a collector of Strange & Wondrous Human Interactions, then the past 24 hours have been a success. New York is good like that. New York is good, in general. Excellent, even.

However. This past weekend on the farm, while taking an evening walk alone with our 14-year-old, cataract-clouded family dog, I had a realization. Nellie was trotting alongside me, completely deaf and nearly blind to the world but blissfully following a scent, vibrant in her old age and feeling spry in the waning autumn sun. There are few things sweeter than an old dog enjoying her evening patrol, and I'd like to think I'll have some quiet, lovely place to patrol for myself when I'm deaf and blind but still shuffling around, arm in arm with my sweetheart. A little plot of land in which to shuffle, let's say. It is this way: I'll always be a country mouse with periodic city inclinations. And probably not the other way around.

Unrelated, but also: a 65-pound spotted lapdog whot decides the tiny space between P. and his armrest is the *only* reasonable place to go to sleep. In the midst of a wine-inspired game of dictionary, no less. That's a good thing, too. Excellent, even.

27 comments:

  1. I love to see that there is another couple that plays what my husband and I call the dictionary game. I thought we were lame nerds, but I we're not alone.

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  2. Wait, what is this game of dictionary that you speak of? It sounds lovely.

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  3. yes, i'm curious about dictionary as well.

    and awwww, what a darling puppy.

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  4. i love your life. and your photos.

    dictionary game??? i need more info.

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  5. Mkay, the game of dictionary (and I'm sure you all have different variations of the game):

    Find the most esoteric, antiquated dictionary in the house. Pick an obscure word you suspect no one knows, read it aloud, and everyone writes down a fabricated but believable definition on scraps of paper. You, the word-picker, write down the real definition on your own scrap. Then you read all the definitions and everyone has to guess which is the real one. You can make up your own point system (we play the points-for-guesses way- if you made up a definition but three people guessed yours was the real one, you get three points, etc.). There's a board game called Balderdash based on this, but a good ole door-stopper dictionary and a bottle of Burgundy is best.

    And Lindsay, you are definitely, definitely not alone in your nerddom. And might I add we lot are not lame, just nerds;)

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  6. omg omg omg I live in Highland Park...write me! xoxo

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  7. My fave thing about this post, among many, = "a collector of Strange & Wondrous Human Interactions"... so fantastic. Your dog's sleeping spot comes in a close second.

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  8. Your photos leave me daydreamy. Always.

    That herb salt is the best thing, ever. I've been using a pinch of it, in some oil & vinegar as a salad dressing. So damn good.

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  9. I mean... this is a GREAT post. That first photo is epic! XO

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  10. That dog is killing me! I just wanna squeeze him! I also love those funky little carrots.

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  11. The last picture is hilarious. What they won't do for some human contact.

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  12. I love everything about this post. so peaceful!

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  13. Sudden realizations like that make me happy. I always feel the most connected to life when I have those. I guess they always make me feel more in control of my happiness, when I figure out something that I want in the future or where I want to be and knowing that, yeah, I can probably make that happen and I'll be happy. We were at a beer fest a few months ago and I saw a very elderly couple, arm in arm, walking around drinking beers together. I immediately realized that that could be me and my favorite human, in 40 years. And it made me happy. xoxo

    PS: Your animals are awesome.

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  14. "a country mouse with periodic city inclinations"...yes, me too!

    Love all these and Nellie sounds like a wonderful example of living life to the fullest.

    xo
    cortnie

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  15. That turquoise shirt has become like an old friend in your blog. It is no wonder where you get your sense abilities, so grounded by your family farm, the hand in hand, through life. The exploding pod is craving to be painted, bright colors, stong lines, and then gone, on a strong wind. Lovely, lovely post.

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  16. that last photo is so perfect. love this post.

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  17. I have found myself to be a country mouse as well. And now with the birth of my daughter, cocooning seems to be the best thing to do. That and go on a property patrol with my hound.

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  18. *love* when dogs squeeze themselves in! My brother's 60 lb Rhodesian still thinks she's a lap dog...of course they treat her like one too. :) Loving the farm in fall, of course. Is there any better place to be during this season? Well...maybe the middle of the city with leaves falling is good too.

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  19. I love and I'm totally going to try that game.

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  20. Looking at your pictures at the beginning of the post, before reading the rest, made me think "I really miss farm life." Nice to see that you were feeling the same way.

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  22. It's posts like this that make me tear up and wish, yet again, that we could be real-life friends. :)

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  23. leggy little carrots. I can never get mine to come out of the ground without rooty little extremities. I say: more highly evolved than their legless supermarket counterparts. And a good weedpod there.

    Is it a hoss-dog-chicken farm, or just the hosses and dogs?

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  24. I really am loving your collections of photographs that capture little fleeting moments in great detail. You have a wonderful way of describing your days, in a way that makes me feel I'm there! In a non-creepy way -- in a great way! And I envy you the farm, certainly :)

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