It's not entirely true that I haven't posted in as long as it appears. I did write a post last week--about the Days of Awe--and when I came back here today to make a new post, I see that the Days of Awe post never made it onto the blog, or disappeared somehow into the ether with the Days of Awe themselves. But no complaining. No cursing technology. It's true my mind has been elsewhere and I have been remiss with the blog. Apologies to the universe and to any individuals within it who have missed my Wednesday posts. So here is a new one.
wonderful little video I watched the other day about an umbrella and a woman. Please click on that link to have a lovely experience.
Anyway, the thing that caught my attention on the walk was a man walking his dogs. They were some kind of skinny, leggy variety. I'm not a dog expert, so I can't say, and I don't want to spend a lot of time investigating, so for our purposes, I'll just say that they were greyhounds (even though I don't really think they were).
I was wondering, being a non-dog owner myself, whether the man had erred in switching from stern master to loving friend, because he seemed to make that switch several times, the stern voice getting the dog to stop, the switch, inspiring the dog to rebel. But the other thing I was thinking about was my husband's grandfather, whose name was Ruben and who was also called Ruby for short. Also that Ruben seems to be a very Jewish name, but that the skinny, leggy dog did not look Jewish at all (well it did have a big nose). I don't hear that name Ruben very often. And I thought my husband's grandfather was the only Ruben in the world who was also called Ruby.
Live and learn, I suppose