Dozer is my sweet boy. Lately, I have been very selfish. Never around or distracted because of work, and outside of this apartment pursuing my increasingly fleeting free time. And yet, he stays very loyal, and when I'm here he is close to my feet and quite talkative. That's why he's my sweet boy, and breaks my heart.When I won the car last year, my dad bounded onto the lot afterward to drive the car home. I was standing there with one of the production assistants. My dad went straight to the PA and exclaimed, "Somebody pinch me!" His characterization of the moment stuck with me. Since then, I realized that my life has actually been fraught with these pinch-me moments.
Well, I realized this tonight in the downward-facing dog pose. Just in the right mindset to achieve some measure of gratification. The time I was on the plane for Rome. Anytime I passed Royce Hall. The day I felt like I really spoke Italian. The time I was in that field of flowers in Castelluccio. When I graduated law school. The car thing. Even the first time I sat for the Bar exam and saw the words across the testing booklet.
It takes 3 elevators and 2 access passes to get up to my workspace. But from there, I can see the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, the Library Tower, the roof of the Standard Bar, and cars so small that it challenges my concept of depth perception. So then, I pinch myself a little.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 10:49 PM
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I wanna hear more about Dozer!
Well, Cindy, what do I say? He is constantly meowing and badgering us for more kitty vittles. He believes that everything plush and white was put together for him to lounge on. After he has ascended the pillowy mountaintop, he looks completely unamused, humorless, and ungrateful. After all, "What shows have you won?" he seems to be challenging. "None," I admit, "none."
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