So there I was, on a Sunday evening. My husband and son had gone away on a camping trip up to the White Mountains in New Hampshire. It was the final weekend of camping at our favorite spot up there, the spot where our daughter went into labor in July during our annual family reunion! Paul and Tim had gone up there, to Dolly Copp Campground, for a last “hurrah” in this beautiful summer of 2015.
I stayed home.
I suppose I could make you feel bad for me, left behind by my beloved husband and much adored son, left to cope with all of the chores at the family homestead. But I have to tell the truth: at the age of 59, I am really and truly ALL DONE with sleeping on an air mattress on the ground. Especially in October in New England. Been there, honey, done that. Ain’t goin’ back.
So I stayed home to “take care of the dogs” while the menfolk froze themselves into popsicles in the Great North.
Paul had been planning to drive our son, Tim, back to his home in the Berkshires before returning to our little house in Central Mass. I expected him somewhere around 8 pm or so.
I planned a nice chicken dinner, and enjoyed my nice quiet house. I walked the dogs, did some writing, did a bunch of laundry, read an Alice Hoffman novel out on the sunny deck.
And finally, it was around 7:30 at night. Paul had been texting me on and off all day. His latest message read: “Bumpa to bumpa in Brattleboro.”
He was going to be way. late.
So I poured some wine. I decided that he’d be too late for dinner, and I started to make a cake. (What? Who hasn’t had cake for dinner after a long ride?) I was in a happy mood. I had enjoyed two lovely days by myself in my now very clean house. My boy and my hubby had enjoyed a chance for bonding and a visit to a magical place.
All was well with the world.
I decided to listen to some music as I baked. I firmly believe that a little good music helps the heaviest of cakes to rise. I plugged my laptop into my dock and found a youtube video of an incredible band that I first heard when I went to the “Fresh Grass” festival in North Adams, Mass with both of my sons and one of my brothers. I love this band. LOVE them. I put on one of my favorite songs by the band “Birds of Chicago“, and I started to move around my kitchen, singing and whisking and shaking out the cinnamon.
My old dog, Sadie, came into the kitchen to watch.
Now, you need to understand that at the ripe old doggie age of 14, Sadie is coming into the kitchen for the possible dropped food scraps, not for the music.
But here’s the thing: Sadie most likely has cancer. She has lost a whole bunch of muscle mass on her head and face. She is losing weight. She is on a bunch of medications.
We often think that this will be her last day.
So. Last night, as the gorgeous voices of “Birds of Chicago” soared through my house, I called out, “Sadie! Come dance with me!”
And she did. She wagged her shaggy black tail, raised up on her funny camo colored paws, and began to sway and swing with me in the kitchen.
I sang along to the music, Flying Dreams. I danced and swayed, and so did my old Sadie, her big brown eyes on mine.
We didn’t think about life flying by, Sadie and I. We didn’t ask each other for treats or hugs or wagging tails. She simply swayed and rocked and danced, her beautiful deep eyes on mine. I simply sang and danced, not wondering how much time we might have together.
It was pure magic, for those few minutes.
Please listen to Birds of Chicago! You will absolutely not be disappointed, no matter how old you are.
10 thoughts on “Dancing with an old lady”
Beautiful moment. Thanks for sharing!
You’re welcome! She is my inspiration, for sure!
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What a beautiful story. My best to you and Sadie!
Thank you; she is a funny old gal!
No one knows how to party like two old dames baking a cake to great music! Thanks so much for sharing your time with Sadie! This entire story was a gem. Now I’m going to listen to that music!!! http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/10/12/doggie-palace-day-1-share-your-world-2015-week-41/
Oh, I hope you’ll love the band as much as I do! I have another blog post about them in the works….Let me know what you think of them!
What a wonderful memory Sadie helped you create. How gracious of her to join you. What a wonderful old girl indeed. Very best wishes to Safie.
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Good grief! Very best wishes to SADIE!!! Good thing I’m going for eye exam tomorrow!
What a lovely evening! I hope you and Sadie get to dance many more times. Your post reminded me of a very sweet book, To Dance with the White Dog.
I don’t know that book! Will have to look for it. Thanks, my friend!