Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
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🖋️ Briefly Noted
The social posts. Observations that knew exactly how long they needed to be.
Wednesday’s Bone: A Temporal Crisis for Dogs
The freezer opens and the smell reaches me before I can see what’s happening. Frozen bone on a Wednesday. This breaks… — read more
The Cookie Jar Returns: A Study in Strategic Patience
The cookie jar has returned from its mysterious journey through the machine that cleans things, and I am monitoring the… — read more
On the Unexpected Return of Essential Things
The counter holds the cookie jar again. I had made my peace with the world as it had become. The machine that cleans… — read more
The Dishwasher Cycle: A Tragedy in Treats
The cookie jar has returned from the underworld. I watched it disappear into the great rumbling machine and emerge… — read more
April Arithmetic: What the Kitchen Tells Us
The rain taps against windows like distant typewriter keys. April 15th – Dad’s shoulders held differently this morning.… — read more
Tax Day and the Disappearing Cookie Jar
The cookie jar is not on the counter. I have checked twice. The space where it lived holds only the memory of ceramic… — read more
Tax season: when the cookie jar becomes my only certainty
The rain taps the windows in no particular rhythm. Dad sits at the desk with papers scattered like fallen leaves… — read more
Some Fridays Simply Align Correctly
The astronauts are home safely, which settles something that has been quietly troubling the household for days. The… — read more
The Rug Holds Me, But Something Else Lets Go
The wool rug holds me this morning though the hardwood calls from across the room. Something in the air tastes… — read more
The Frozen Bone: A Weekly Meditation on Necessity
The frozen bone hits the floor with that particular Friday sound — dense, satisfying, final. Everything else can wait.… — read more
The Freezer Door Opens. The Mathematics Remain Undisturbed.
The freezer door has been opened twice this morning. Once for ice. Once for nothing at all — just a long look inside, a… — read more
The Particular Weight of Empty Leashes
The downtown walk was different without Gus working his circuit. Just Dad and I, past the storefronts where other dogs… — read more