Today I don’t have a real slice of life, just a morsel. The blues were gone. The afternoon was warm and bright. I walked in circles with my blind dog while the sun was going down.I filmed him sniffing around, stumbling in every single rock, and putting his snout down deep in the dirt, like magnifying the lack of his other senses. I laughed watching him, following him, capturing his little ways of maintaining his optimism in life.
I prepared my storytelling for tomorrow at the Public Library. I will tell the story of Martina Martínez y el ratoncito Pérez, according to a version of Alma Flor Ada. I prepared two hats, one of beginnings, one of endings. I have my backpack ready with my sandals, and my storytelling outfit, a black cotton dress and black leggings.
I will go to bed, reread the story before closing my eyes. Tomorrow, on my way to work I will retell it to myself again, and again. At 4 pm I will drive to the public library in Bend, change into my black clothes and tell to myself. You got this, Pia.
Repeat on Thursday, in Redmond. I got this.