Bi Mart

Quarter of noon. Executed my trip to Bi Mart in the sunshine. Felt calm but a bit distant from the here and now. I took Kourt Drive for the return walk, noticing the dandelions at the roadside. Cars passed me occasionally. Before getting to the road, there’s a little path of dirt and gravel leading alongside the tennis courts where I saw a couple practicing their game. The path comes out next to the old Church of Christ on the right. The building is just a beige shack with a cement walkway leading to the door. Gravel parking lot. I’ve speculated on what their religion must be like. The pastor camps outside the church in a motor home. Dandelions grow in crevices of the walkway. I used to drive past it all the time… On the way to Bi Mart I felt repelled by the Carl’s Jr. in the Silver Lea Center. The sight of it reminds me of meetups with my siblings. Unpleasant times. I bought two pairs of Rustlers in slightly different sizes. Just under 30 bucks. Even as I write, I sort of wish to resurrect the past, but time only moves forward. But if it could be done, Bi Mart would hastily comply. Such a conservative store, an anachronism.

KODAK Digital Still Camera
The storefront. Taken a couple of years ago.

My Dog

FCE71AD0-BA70-4F61-8427-048178B870E8.jpegI am lucky to have such a great dog, my cattle dog Aesop. I named him after the fabulist of Ancient Greece in memory of my dad, who often quoted him. Aesop the dog is bigger than most in his breed, weighing more than sixty pounds. His breeding may not be entirely pure. I purchased him from a farm off of Mt Tom Road. The breeder, a certain Sherri, kept the litter in a barn where contemporary country music played. His provisional name: “Banjo.” The asking price was $250. I paid Sherri a pile of twenties amounting to $260 and she neglected to give me change. I didn’t argue. She stressed the importance of socializing Aesop with other people and animals. I spirited the puppy away in my forest green Nissan truck, noting absently how big he was. Sherri hadn’t let me pick for myself. It was a cloudy Saturday morning, the first day of December, 2012. Aesop was already twelve weeks old. I wore my slippers, which looked enough like shoes, on my trip…

When I got Aesop into the house, he immediately ran behind a chair and hid away from me. It was Polly, coming over presently, who could coax him out while I made a run to Bi Mart. We took turns holding the puppy, and soon he was following me around. That night he slept in my bed, as he would every night hence. I’d decided on the name “Aesop” before I ever saw the puppy. And now he’s the unique cattle dog he grew up to be.