Tom has been off dove-hunting with friends the past two days.
I'm happy for him just because he was so excited about going - I don't think he has hunted anything in the 30 years we've been together, but I know the "want to" was there, sort of like my "want to" with photography, writing a book, learning to play the drums... the kind of "want to" that's easy to set aside because it feels like such an indulgence and there are so many other things you need to do first...
So I'm happy for him.
But I don't wish him good luck.
I can't stop thinking of my goofy dove friends down the road,
the ones who greet me every morning from their wire perch as I walk by with the puppies
and leave crazy tracks in the dirt that make me laugh..
I'm happy for Tom.
But I hope no one comes dove hunting in Long Hollow.