Ha! ha! I won't tell you where mind went regarding the dirty nose claim...Today, I took the Gold Line train to Pasadena. While I was walking away from the platform, I saw a little Asian lady exiting the train with grocery bags, as well as pulling a foldable cart, loaded with stuff.
She did not understand me much, but I made the gesture that I’d take her bags. So we left the station, and when crossing the street, I figured she was struggling a bit with her cart.
She did not understand me much, but I made the gesture that I’d take her bags. So we left the station, and when crossing the street, I figured she was struggling a bit with her cart.
I kid you not; the bags I was holding weighed about 20 lbs. altogether, while pulling the cart took the effort of about 40 lbs., at least.
This lady was about 4’11, hunched backed, in her late 70’s at the very least.
I'm left with the impression that, making all this effort to bring home the bacon, must make one be extra grateful for the food on the table.
After about two blocks when we came to an intersection she said something about California, or whatever, I signaled I was OK taking the bags. No problem lady, use me, I am bumming, with no plans except dealing with Nextel, art supply store, and the gym.
After we parted ways, I made my way to my destination once more, and the deviation from my trek took me through a street I had never walked by before.
I walked by the Pasadena Humane Society, and I lingered on the entrance, tempted to go inside.
I decided it was best not to. Seeing dogs caged, in need of a home, would have affected me.
And, besides who needs responsibilities. I am carefree as a bird.
Although I enjoy animals, particularly dogs, I don’t want to repeat the episode of my dog Cindy.
And, besides who needs responsibilities. I am carefree as a bird.
Although I enjoy animals, particularly dogs, I don’t want to repeat the episode of my dog Cindy.
She was a German Sheppard, and Labrador mix. I loved her, for which reason it was heartbreaking to see her at the end, in pain, unable to move around much. Her eyes full of anguish seeming to say, that was not a life. Not even for a dog.
I could not let her inside anymore, after she suffered from uncontrolled incontinency.
Crap! Is that the train stop we are heading to eventually? There is no dignity involved, when the body deteriorates.
I like it this way, carefree and free to do whatever, and where ever. Yep, I like it this way.
I like it this way, carefree and free to do whatever, and where ever. Yep, I like it this way.
