Birthday Wish: a happy dog’s life
Alice B. Toeclips, b. December 10, 1955.
In San Francisco.
Birth weight : in excess of ten pounds.
Oldest of six pups.
Died: NOT yet, and NOT IN NEW ZEALAND! Ha!
Don’t get to know the expiration date.
Today, at fifty-five, I’m so grateful to be alive., and fit! fit! fit!
Sleeping well, eating well, daily foot-long floaters, cold, wet nose…full refrigerator.
And a healthy partner to snuffle all over, any time I feel like it.
Remember ‘stay alive, drive 55? I do, when the sign says so. I’m the slowpoke in the right hand lane.
What’s more, I leave a car length (not a Matchbox car!) per 10 mph for a buffer zone.
Gonna ride through a long-awaited bicycle tunnel (wonder how long it will be, before some ‘event’ forces it to be permanently closed? Am I a sinnick?) later on, then…um…nothing else planned. I never got around to arranging the big surprise party, with everyone dressed up in the ‘five-five’ theme….
Does that surprise me?
I really do fall flat when it comes to organizing something.
On the other hand, I asked the ‘universe’ (aka MTBR website, which I don’t understand, but I ‘joined’ and really don’t post anything on) for “a chauffeur to Moab in mid April” (my friend Rafa from Ferrarra, Italy will be doing a pilgrimage there next spring).
Within 24 hours, a kind reader/rider was writing back: “if this is the polka-dot, braided, drop-bar Jacquie, I’ll personally come get you and take you there and back”.
I was flabbergasted.
And secretly asked the universe to let me work at the dream job I’ve created & pitched, teaching mtn biking to women of uncertain skills with emphatic non-racing ambitions. And having someone else do all the planning, booking, brochuring, etc.. But most of all, not having to do it for free. Being WELL paid for it.
I could use that job, and make someone a pile o’ money , along with myself.
If that happens, I’ll tell you guys, first thing. It simply depends on if a gentleman named Gary (not that one, the other one) realizes that I’m exactly who he needs for the job.
To me (hoist one), flaws and all.