It’s September 23, 2023 as I type this.
Ten years writing this blog is now only a few weeks away, it’s a saturday morning, and I’m currently procrastinating on finishing my fourth novel. I should be writing, but I’m tired. So…I’m going through my blog, figuring out how I’m four days off count to equal a blog entry a day for the last ten years. Well! This is one of those days. The first I’ve found.
I vividly remember this trip, if not necessarily this specific day. We were out at the Getaway cabins in Running Springs (near Lake Arrowhead and Mammoth). We had the dogs. It was gorgeous. And we were enchanted.
It’s hard to think about that trip now only in the sense that Coco was there, and we lost her this year. She was SO HAPPY on that trip. So snuggly in the cabin. So content to be outside–I remember she just started walking down the hill at one point, sniffing and getting brambles all in her tail. So pleased to be chomping at flies and sniffing our hotdogs we were going to roast. Thinking about this day makes me miss her, terribly. I am so glad I got to share the experience with her, however. It, truly, was a wonderful trip, and I can easily see how this day disappeared. I guarantee I wrote an entry for it, but cell coverage was spotty, and I probably didn’t realize that it never uploaded.
I miss you Coco. This was such a fun time together. I wish I had a time machine to go back and just live this day over together. I’d really, truly properly cherish the snuggles, the soft side of your belly, and how you smelled. You were perfect. This day was perfect.