"Yes, the weather is not very inviting to enthusiastically embracing the day," she told us. "But momma's birthday is in just two days. We have lots to do but we need to have the right attitude. I am not going to give you all a pep talk. I feel as meh as the rest of you.
"I AM going to declare a party today. A PITY party. Let's just mope and play sad songs and moan and think in "I wishes" until we get it all out of our systems; then we get back on track. Agreed?"
There was a roomful of indulgent "yeah, sures" from the White Dog Army and myself. WD was intent that we would not just lie and stare at the ceiling. "Turn on the computer, momma. Let's go into the office and start playing every sad song we can think of beginning with Dust in the Wind. Every pup think of ideas and let's cue them up and sing along."
Still haven't found what I am looking for; War! (What is it good for); 'Addio del passato' from Verdi's Traviata; Tears in Heaven; The Boxer; Everybody Hurts; Why Can't we live together?...for more than two hours we played and sang and pushed the angst out through music...ending with the Cowboy Junkies version of Sweet Jane.
White Dog called a break for treats. "We have to stay hydrated," she advised. "As we have something to drink and a nosh, lets make a list of really awful things people have offered as a treat. I'll start with seaweed chips." "Raw potatoes." "lemons." "Mushrooms." "Wait, I LIKE mushrooms." "Clove soap." "Orange jello." "Wasabi." "Tofu breakfast sausage, muesli, and kale." For an Army who eats just about anything there did not seem to be a shortage of items being listed. "Kind of makes you glad for the jerky, eh?" I said. "UH-UH, momma, that is not in the spirit of this pity party. Sounds almost positive." White Dog corrected me.
As we finished treats, Opal asked to be excused for further partying. "I am finding it hard to stay negative," she explained. "The more we sang and talked the more I wanted to add songs like Bridge Over Troubled Water and One Beautiful Day, Cho-Cho's aria in Madame Butterfly and I like shrimp tails and scrambled eggs. The wind reminds me of the saying about March coming in like a lion...and of momma standing fiercely in the wind at the crest yelling into the valley "Just Bring It!""
When she finished, no pup wanted to play any longer. "Darn Opal! You spoiled a perfectly lovely feeling sorry for ourselves. We can't feel sorry now that YOU went ahead and reminded us of all the good stuff!"
Have I mentioned that White Dog is a genius? I saw her sly smirk congratulating herself for a job well done. She met my eyes for a moment and I gave her an Eskie blink.
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