A Best Friend–

Jack’s post this week is sad – –

As many of our friends are now aware, our beloved Bruce left us and crossed the rainbow bridge last Friday after a short illness. I’m of an age now to have outlived a good few dogs and many cats, but the cats are independent and live their lives outside ours, whereas the dogs seem much more dependent, loyal, and trusting. Bruce certainly fit that description!

We had him (or he had us) for over four years, and he was probably around six years old when we got him. His first experience with us was a serious leg operation, which made him very suspicious of animal hospitals afterwards – at least he didn’t blame us. We don’t know much about his early life, but we suspect it wasn’t happy.

He really just had two modes – either sleeping on one of his beds around the house or romping around the backyard like a puppy.

Our good friend Susi Lawson is an excellent and prizewinning photographer, and she started coming to our house for weekly guitar lessons about six months ago. She never goes anywhere without her camera, so we have many lovely pictures of ‘Brucey,’ as she dubbed him. She posted a collection of pictures on Facebook a few days ago plus a very moving tribute which captures well how Bruce was seen by all our friends.

This is a tribute to the most sweetest zen dog I’ve ever met. Bruce (I called him Brucey) He was truly an empath.

He could feel the energy in the room and respond with those big cow eyes just by walking over and leaning against your leg. He once sensed my sadness in a conversation and silently padded over and leaned his head against my arm and looked up at me, as if to say “I’m here for you”. One night Jack and I spontaneously jumped up and danced to a song (it was an old Motown CD) and Bruce jubilantly joined in running around us in a surprising burst of energy. It was sheer joy!

It was obvious that Jack and Wendy loved him dearly and he was their ever present companion.

I grew to love him too and I think he was very fond of me. He knew the sound of my car and would meet me at the door.

He was a good solid presence of the kind of love we all need from one another. He knew when to comfort, when to dance and when to chill.

He was the ultimate zen doggie.”

I don’t think I could put it better!

RIP Brucey

Come back next Wednesday for more from Jack

The Monday Book – The English Teacher by Lily King

Guest review by Janelle Bailey, avid reader and always learning; sometimes substitute teaching, sometimes grandbabysitting, sometimes selling books

The English Teacher by Lily King

The English Teacher by Lily King

This is not a new book–it was first published in 2005)–but I came to it after first discovering Lily King and then wishing to read everything she’d written. I was not disappointed by that pursuit. King’s writing is solid, her stories holding layers of literary value, her characters thoughtfully deep and charismatic.

And it’s even been years since I read this book, but I’m still thinking about it, especially in light of some critical issues that have been developing for women these past couple of years. I often think of Vida…and also of my discussion post-reading with a great friend and fellow lover of good literature. Vida was very real to us, and she prompted a thoughtful discussion that could apply to many situations and which I think of often.

The English teacher in this novel, however, is that Vida. The book’s main character, Vida is a bit of a mess, but she wasn’t always, necessarily. It’s that during the action of this novel, she is first confronting some of her stuff, which she had been, well…stuffing…for years and years. Vida teaches English at Fayer Academy, a cozy little boarding school built in a mansion once owned by Vida’s grandfather, coincidentally. She has the third floor pretty much to herself. She’s much loved by students, named teacher of the year by then and rewarded more than once in her career, and she teaches the classics, such as Hardy’s Tess of the d’Urbervilles in ways with which any of us who’ve taught literature at all can relate, that beautiful repetition of seeing a work anew but the same, too, with a brand new group of students.

And outside of her classroom, Vida is also mom to Peter, now a freshman at Fayer…and dog mom to Walt…and she likes her wine. And she enjoys a positive, camaraderie- and history-filled, collegial relationship with many of her school colleagues, having worked there for years and living right on campus in a school-owned house.

And yet the life that Vida has been living outwardly allllll of this time has not required her to confront much of what she keeps inside…until she meets and then marries Tom.

This is a great book…thoughtful and thought-filled, well-written, characters believable and intense, and giving us access to our own stuff on the side.

I hope you have something new in the works and coming out soon, Ms. King.

Come back next Monday for another book review!