{"id":32,"date":"2013-07-29T07:35:48","date_gmt":"2013-07-29T07:35:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=32"},"modified":"2014-01-22T11:06:23","modified_gmt":"2014-01-22T11:06:23","slug":"healing-from-loss-worrying","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/healing-from-loss-worrying\/","title":{"rendered":"Healing from Loss: Worrying"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"ARGO\"<\/a>\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019re not going on the Sunday morning hike. It\u2019s going to rain this morning,\u201d say <\/span>Dennis and Virginia who drive me each week. So I\u2019m on my own and need to make a decision. I check multiple weather reports that promise thundershowers later in the day. I call for opinions about the chances of rain and for directions to the site. Everything I\u2019d laid out for the hike is put away and brought back out again as I waver on whether to go or stay home. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSuki, what do you think?\u201d I ask my dog. \u201cShould we hike? It could be muddy. What should we wear? What should we bring?\u201d I love to ask Suki questions. She cocks her head when my voice rises. Her tail flutters when she hears familiar words like \u201chike\u201d and \u201ccookies.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span> The hike will only take 2 hours but with or without rain there will certainly be mud. Will I fall on a slippery downhill section? Will I be able to find the meet-up spot without Dennis and Virginia\u2019s help? Will it rain? Should we or shouldn\u2019t we go, I wonder?<\/span>\"WETSUKI1\"<\/a> \u00a0 Finally, Suki and I take off for the site with a carload of extra towels and gear. It will be a nice drive even if we don\u2019t stay to hike. I am still questioning Suki as I find the meet-up spot a half hour away in the hills of Caroline. There, 23 hikers and 5 dogs mull around greeting each other and watching the sky.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, it\u2019s time to start,\u201d says Stephen. And then the rain begins. <\/span><\/p>\n

It pours as we march away from the cars. The grass is slippery. There are huge puddles on the trail and everything quickly turns to mud. Right away the wet seeps through the seams of my raincoat. Soon my waterproof boots make squishing sounds with each step. Suki\u2019s belly and paws turn black and on her back I can see the pink skin of my normally fluffy white dog. For the first 10 minutes as we hike I keep track of the twists and turns in the trail with the intention of turning back if the rain doesn\u2019t stop. But soon it becomes apparent that we will get lost if we leave the group. So we are committed to continuing. At least until others decide to quit. <\/span><\/p>\n

Suki looks up at me doubtfully through eyebrows plastered down over her eyes by the rain. But there is nothing more to worry about. We are already muddy and drenched and the rain is not about to stop. So Suki shakes herself out, I laugh with a friend, and we hike on<\/span>. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell<\/span> that w<\/span>as fun,\u201d I say to Suki later, back at home, after baths and blow-drying, laundering, lunch and a nap. \u201cNow what can we worry about?\u201d But I already know: the upcoming first public reading from my book. From which chapter shall I read? What should I wear? Will I stutter over my words? It\u2019s only 8 minutes plus an introduction but will I do something embarrassing?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 If you\u2019re in Ithaca, come find out.
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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Book Reading
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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Sunday, August 4 at 3 PM
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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 at Buffalo Street Books <\/a>
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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 in the Dewitt Mall in Ithaca<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I\u2019ll be there come rain or shine, after the Sunday morning hike. What do you like to worry about?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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