On my coffee break, I saw this lady of the old Russian faith walking two dogs. In time, I must get to know her people much better than I do right now, for they are a big if quiet presence in Wasilla. Those whom I have met and chatted with on my walks have always been friendly, despite the language barriers.
A few are very shy, but then so am I.
I could do so much more if I were not so shy. And if I had more time. And more money to work with - oh, the things I could do with this blog!
Back when Willow was alive, she would draw the Russian children out and they would follow us on our walks and we would talk and have a good time. Sometimes, though, the adults would reprimand them and make them stay home.
This was years before I began to blog, but I did take some pictures and they are around here, somewhere.
Two boys on bikes turn off Ward Street.
This is actually where I spend most of my time. For some reason, it is turning into a bigger struggle for me than it ought to be. Jimmy helps me through it.
As to the old dog from yesterday's post, I have been trying to update her story. I stopped by the Shay house three times today, the last time at 9:06 PM, but I have found nobody but dogs home - but not the old girl. I did not see her. I sent an email to Dodd, but, so far, no response.
Still, I will succeed in contacting them sooner or later and I will update you.
As you can see, I have returned solidly into cocoon mode. I must stay here for awhile, perhaps longer than I first thought.
*Cocoon mode: Until I finish up a big project that I am working on, I am keeping this blog at bare-minimum simple. I anticipate about one month.