Truism

When you are right you are right



The other day  I wrote about the curious  attachment to sitting on a porch that some of us higher life forms develop.  Another blogger who reads here sent me a link to his blog which I placed above.  It was written awhile back, but is in amplification of what I was trying to say.  I enjoy the other blog and find it to be an interesting read.

Mine is a walking neighborhood  and my dog and I are part of the scene.  Just the other day the barking dachshunds came bounding into the road to accost my unflappable Border Collie, the wiener dogs should not be in the road, so I let my boy chase them back to the lawn. Somehow he knew instinctively to do just that.  My neighbor saw and thanked me and we got into neighbor chat.  On I went, ran into John down the street with Brownie, his equally unflappable hound, his daughter wants to go to grad school to become a Physician's Assistant, his son wants to go to a Military Academy. Another of the neighborhood regulars tells me that there was a sudden death in her block.  There is talk or as my fellow blogger pointed out, a social connection.  It enlivens life for one who often spends hours of everyday behind a desk in virtual social isolation, tending to the mundane paperwork that people need to thread the needle of their legal lives.

Of course this will not change my wife' opinion that I stayed in the same house because of  my being cheap .  Which I am not.  I am not extravagant, but I certainly am not cheap.