Joy

For our upcoming vacation, only 3/4 of my family is available. Unfortunately, the one who’s really talented with luggage is staying behind to work. My plan is to:

  • fly internationally with two small children at a children-to-adult ratio of 2:1
  • pick up a rental car, drive five hours
  • arrive in a town where I don’t speak the language, don’t have any friends or relatives, and have only a loose sense of regulations related to parking.

Here’s why it’s going to be just fine:

  • it’s FRANCE!
  • we’ve been there before, not just to the country, or the town, but to the same stone cottage.
  • we get to see Neo.

Neo is a dog. He lives at the farm next door to the cottage, and he is wonderful. Sweet, joyful Neo, who streaks across the field toward us when he sees the kids coming up the road, and who brakes hard right before he gets to them and walks up, wagging. He’s a licker but not a barker, he’s soft and fast and snuggly, and after a round of playing, when we’re all lying on the grass in a pile together, he looks at me, wiggles a little closer, and sighs. Neo is a good dog.

There will also be strawberries, great wine, fresh oysters at the farmer’s market, pâté and more pâté. If history serves, I will be able to acquire them with only minimal damage to my dignity (my French is the linguistic equivalent of the novice violinist: eager, shows some promise, and sounds really terrible.)

Is the trip worth it? Of course not. Climate change is happening, and frivolous travel – especially via plane – is inexcusable. Even if the tickets didn’t cost much, and the rental car is the smallest available, it’s still an egregious use of resources. If I were applying for an excuse approval, though, I would say that Max – thanks to his genetic condition – is not only not going to live all that long but is also non procreative, thus sparing the world generations of resource use! Max can’t travel by himself, and needs his care team with him at all times. He has had difficult, painful times too often in his 6 years, and the pleasure that he gets from playing in the sun with Neo is

the

point

of life.

We’re talking about the idea of God a lot lately, about how to be a critical thinker and about the pitfalls and benefits of organized religion*, and when we talked about the idea of God being everywhere, and the idea of a feeling of God, playing with Neo was one of the examples.

And this is the part where I make a crack about finding God in pâté. I’ll try!

*I’m a super fun Mom, have I mentioned? Here, have a peanut butter sandwich! On wholegrain rye bread with a truly miserly amount of honey.

2 thoughts on “Joy

  1. Oh this makes me so happy to hear! Enjoy la France! and thank God for good dogs. I wish mine lived in France and could be visited occasionally. 😉

    Last night Cypress mentioned God for the first time, when he said “thank God for helping us win those Bakugan.” It was an ebay auction. Winning is relative here, child. It’s your mother, spending money on plastic shit that you want for Easter, for which she refuses to pay retail prices. These toys will likely be left on the floor and cause me to nearly break my ankle again!!! ha!

  2. Yes. The point of living is to experience the other things in life. If we did only what Natalie wanted, ummm yeah. We’d never leave home. 😑 Enjoy the dog!!! Have all the pâté and all the wrong kind of yogurt!

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