In the fall, I decided to start a
seasonal series on the significant songs in my life. This is the list I have compiled for winter 2018/19.
Lost Sparks (Canyon City)
Firework (Canyon City)
I know all the words to this song.
Agape (Bear’s Den)
Above the Clouds of Pompeii (Bear’s Den)
Isaac (Bear’s Den)
Come Thou Long Expected Jesus
My favorite Christmas song this last Christmas season and one I had the opportunity to sing at our candle-lit service.
Be Alright (Dean Lewis)
Because unrequited love is a bear.
Ocean Side (the Decemberists)
Because requited love means you need songs to listen to while you are separated over the holiday break.
The Upswing (Bel X1)
We got to see them in concert with the strings in February and it was a great show!
Some Surprise (Lisa Hannigan and Paul Noonan)
I’m still somewhat surprised.
When You Were Sweet Sixteen (The Fureys)
This song will forever remind me of my clients at my first music therapy placement.
Oh Love that Will Not Let Me Go
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
This has been a refrain for me in so many prayers over the last few months, and I think will continue to be.
As before, it is so profound to listen to all these songs in the same sitting, and relive some of the experiences they are attached to. Some of it is painful to relive, some joyous, some simply peaceful. It’s amazing how music can evoke so much, even just in the listening. I look forward to doing it again in the Spring!
You’ve seen me in them multiple times this week, and yes, it’ll keep happening… It’s the same comment every time. “Aw, that dog has little shoes!”
There are two problems with this… no, three.
1. They are called booties, not “little shoes’. I make this distinction because
2. ‘Little shoes’ sounds cute. They are not cute. It’s easy to become confused, I’m sure, considering my high level of fashionality, but they are part of the job. They protect my paws in extreme temperatures (both hot and cold), and from salt and chemicals on the road in freezing conditions.
3. Also, they are highly uncomfortable. We dogs are built much sturdier than you humans, and while getting salt stuck between your paw pads or dancing on street corners because of the heat is definitely unpleasant, I almost prefer it to wearing such a ridiculous form of attire. During booty season, Shea is fond of telling me, “Oleta, it’s really not that bad. I wear shoes every day!” But here’s the thing… I don’t!
Admittedly, there is one slight benefit to wearing
booties. They give me all kinds of traction… which means wherever I want Shea to go, she goes. Now, I don’t take advantage of this very often. Usually, it’s helpful to keep both of us from sliding on ice, and so much more fun than slipping around on the slick tile in those college buildings of ours… at dinner time though… we’re goin’ home, and with my four-paw drive, there’s not much Shea can do about it. Hey, don’t judge me… this is a give and give relationship. Shea gives me booties, I give her attitude. Fair is fair.
That said, booties are part of guide work, and I love my job, so as much as I detest them, I will keep wearing them for the sake of keeping Shea safe… don’t tell Shea I said that though.
The title of this post is, yes, a play on the show title “Breaking Bad’, because my chosen career is so bachelor of arts (BA) in general, but it’s really more about my sincere desire to actually break my booties. Just thought I should clarify. Until next time, over and out.