The White Dog Lady
This entry was posted on 8/31/2007 7:52 AM and is filed under Philosophy.
If she is jogging up the hill, it is 7:00 AM, and we are on time.
If she is jogging down the hill, it is 7:15 AM, and we are on the ragged edge of late.
If we don't see her at all, we are in trouble.
The White Dog Lady can be seen daily, jogging with her white, bushy tailed dog, on the hill outside our subdivision. You can set your watch by her.
Every morning while driving my wife, the-sweetest-woman-in-the-world, to work, we see the White Dog Lady doing her thing. I personally feel better having seen her jogging bravely up and down the hill.
She is so predictable in her schedule that I know that the world is still in its place when she is there. Normality can be many things to many people. The mere presence of the White Dog Lady is a comforting thing to me,
She is pretty. I don't know her name. I don't know where she lives. I will never know these things because the-sweetest-woman-in-the-world discourages me from stopping and talking to the White Dog Lady.
The-sweetest-woman-in-the-world is right. If I knew all these things about the White Dog Lady, she would lose her mystique, and she would revert to mortality, albeit a good looking mortality.
As of this morning, I know that all is well in the world.
The White Dog Lady was going up the hill, and we were on time.
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