Strange how the best laid plans will come undone just where you least expect it. The one thing I was certain of was that Finny would have a blast on this trip, but that isn't the case. He is out of sorts, sitting down in the shade and refusing to move, and growling and snapping at other dogs, whereas in Beirut he was the most gentle and diffident of animals. Maybe it's the heat, or the move, or simply adolescence. But it brings up solid meditative material - my own relationship with frustration, and change, and the things I can't control. (100)
P.S. I realise I have written two posts in quick succession, but I didn't write one last Sunday, and I want to make the most of having a charged phone and a wifi connection.
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