Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I am back. My blog is still called Janie Junebug's Journal, but Lola will start writing it again. The garbage men wouldn't take her, so I patched her holes and filled her with a bicycle pump. She's quite angry with me. It may take her a while to get up to speed and really start writing again.
And I know it may take a while for you to get up to speed and start reading us again. I've missed so many of you.
I entitled this post "Harper" because during the past week I have seen him trip twice while coming up the few steps to the deck.
I fear we have reached a bend in the road and have begun the gradual but inexorable slide into old age. I am so much more aware of what it is like after my experiences with Faulkner. I dread it, and I vow to savor every moment with Harp. He has begun to be so much more loving. The dog who has always been so skittish now leans against my knee and asks me to pet him.
I have reached a new path, also. I am not sure where it will take me. We'll learn together.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug for now, but soon -- Lola
P.S. You may still ask questions for Lola to answer on Fridays. Any questions at all. She'll start answering next week.