|Tá mé na hÉireann.|
But first, in case you've forgotten who I am because it's been so long since I've posted, I'm still at Clemson, I'm 37 days from summer break from Clemson, I still live in Greenville with Hubs and Daisy and Bryn. I'm still me.
I'm still not as good of a dog parent as I could be. Life still gets in the way of keeping toenails perfectly trimmed and practicing our obedience lessons. I'm still not earning any part of my living, really, through writing. But I carry on and I dream of a day when "going to work" means "going to my home office and writing for 8 hours."
But back to what led me to open this post and write...I was looking at the experience I had last year at Sandy Paws...the people that were nasty to me and Anne about not having greyhounds at the end of our leashes, the people that laughed when Bryn nearly pulled me off my feet, and all the other experiences we had that made me feel like an outsider.
Well, I have to share that instead of going back to that pit of thinly veiled anti-racing sentiment and Greyhounds Only Breed Snobbery for the chance to see a handful of people that I truly adore, this year Bryn and I walked in the Greenville SC. St. Patrick's Day parade and she didn't pull me down! No harness, no prong collar (because I'm still just not going to do that to a sensitive breed like a Wolfhound if I can help it), just a martingale and a leash. I could not have been more proud of her and I'm still telling anyone that will listen about it.
As far as work goes, I am encountering new challenges like t-planes, compilers, ethnography and research rigor and I think I'm muddling through it all right. I have an amazing staff of women that caption and interpret for Clemson. Does it make sense to say I love what I do but I don't love my job? Anyway. Off to do more things that "aren't really important" in the name of keeping up my skills and certification until I get to go home and see that fuzzy face up there.