Feeling happy?

Jolly old me! This week's iMac dashboard weather forecast is a solid week of raindrops, but today the sun came out anyhow, defiant. I rushed Charly to the dog park, which was teeming with folks, enough to scare off Michael who has Gretchen, Charly's best friend. (He has some kind of anxiety disorder.) There were two families consisting of five people and maybe six dogs: one family of two with three chihuahuas, one old grouchy dog, and a German shepherd/schnauzer puppy; a mom with young boy-child and some kind of large spotted hound or bird dog; and a guy just leaving with a golden retriever. All but the latter were clustered at the picnic table, so of course Charly was all over all of them. The little boy cried, as did a couple of chihuahuas, and Charly was jumping on everyone, then jumping on the table licking faces, and I was yelling, and everybody was insisting it was okay, and the puppy hid under the table, and a bee stung the boy's hand making him cry again, and finally a "real" dog arrived, Chaco, another of Charly's favorite dogs, and I called Chaco's person by the wrong name as she looked so much like her partner who'd been there last time, and then a new woman came with two dogs, a golden and a golden/Burmese something that looked just like a border collie but wasn't (a puller, not a herder). There was a lot of running, and Chaco and Charly threw each other down like wrestlers, and the tiny dog people left, as did the mom/boy/dog combo. Whew! Very active day. Day? Actually about an hour, felt like a day. Charly slept most of the rest of the day & I went to see "The Help." Good film.

I forgot to practice on my pennywhistle. Darn.

And I keep forgetting to take my camera to dog park, or when I remember to take it, I forget to use it.

After yoga class last night, the instructor made my day by telling me my poses are looking very nice. Wow. She's the head honcho. I felt so good that she'd even noticed and that she went out of her way to let me know I'm doing well. Maybe I'll be able to move up to level 2 classes next term.

Sunday morning Charly and I will take off on our trip to Arizona, hoping for good weather. We'll stop briefly in Phoenix, then onward to Portal for the music camp, where we'll share a room with cousin Hooly and enjoy classes and sessions and workshops. I've barely begun to play the pennywhistle & Hooly is already pretty darn good on mandolin. I'll feel like a cretin among pros but will laugh and enjoy. What it will be like traveling with Charly I cannot predict, just hoping all goes well. She's slowly becoming more or less civilized. Her kangaroo tendencies, however, are still strong.

I am feeling strangely happy lately.