I’m up early because I’ve been trying to start each day with meditation and some stretching before reaching for the phone or leaving the bedroom. This morning is different. Snoring is disrupting meditative concentration. It is very quiet as the neighborhood seems to be sleeping along with my room-mate.
This intermittent snoring is prompting me to wonder if I should be changing the air filter. It is easier to consider allergies as the reason for the snoring than reflect on the fact my dear friend is aging.
As I am writing this, I’m calculating our years together and recalling our first meeting. It has been 11 years since I saw an adorable three-year-old with a long shag cut an observer compared to the ‘Rod Stewart’ look. He is a rock star no matter his hair cut.
I’m finding joy today in snoring because of his magic. Turning routine errands into adventures and introducing me to new people are effortless for him. He elicits waves from strangers and requests for selfie photos from a ‘rescue’ who rescues me from loneliness.
He is sleeping more. Maybe it is because of the medication for arthritis pain. I’ve read many aging rock stars need medication to keep touring and performing for their audiences. My Rod Stewart needs his rest to be at his best for his public.
We will head out for coffee soon and sit outside even though it is lightly raining. He won’t disappoint his public. It is part of his magic to radiate joy on the darkest days and transform ordinary tasks into extraordinary fun.
I’m grateful for all the animal rescue agencies and groups like the APA Adoption Center where I met this rock star. Rock On!