Last night we discussed Marilynne Robinson's Housekeeping. As soon as I got home from work I started preparing sweet potato crack, which I referred to once there as "roasted yams and sweet potatoes," and once it was in the oven went to take a shower. Finally I had a couple of minutes to spend with Blake, but I was already wearing what I guess are obviously going out clothes and he opened his beak at me and stayed on RDC's shoulder. I should have reread the Suspects' discussion before the club met, and at least skimmed the book. We talked a lot about bonding and detachment and water and I think throwing out the quest motif would have borne the conversation along more.
When we were leaving, I said hello to two humans pushing two strollers along the sidewalk in merely a friendly passerby way then veered back when I saw what was bringing up the rear: an English mastiff. Kal laughed at me when I recalled meeting the dog as a Lab-sized two-month-old puppy, especially in the context of the bookgroup, of which several members's names I regularly need supplied to me. When I remembered meeting the dog before, I was thinking it was earlier this year; looking up whether I mentioned it here, I see it was last year. So yeah, I remember a dog I met 15 months ago but not the name of a person I see once a month: not exactly polite. Not to the humans, anyway.