Dancing with a Poodle...

Maybe it's the tiny, spontenous moments, unexpected, slightly ridiculous, that really resonate. After a busy morning for both of us, my friend came over, and we enjoyed a sweet Sunday afternoon of frolic and delight. We ordered in some Asian food from one our favorite restaurants, and had an assortment of cold drinks of the non-alcoholic variety. We chilled out.

I put Daft Punk's "Random Access Memories," (2013), on the box, it's a manifesto, an opus, an epic of good feeling, love lost & found; exuberant, joyful, the sound of the future and the past. Those French Robots sing with an aura of sadness hanging over their steely heads. But it's a beautiful, soulful sadness. There are some great guest performers too. It's an amazingly, fantastic stew of sound. I'd say a masterpiece album, no doubt.

Not surprisingly, a dance party broke out in the kitchen. My friend danced with a Standard Poodle, both of them regal, graceful, mysterious and beautiful. I jumped around the kitchen with a bright and shiny little Cavapoo. It was a burst of joyous energy. We laughed, we pranced, we sang along with the Robots and with the incomparable Paul Williams. So good. A well-balanced life. At least in those briefly beautiful moments.

"If love is the answer

You're home, hold on

If love is the answer

You're home, hold on

If love is the answer

You're home, hold on

If love is the answer

You're home, hold on

If love is the answer

You're home, hold on

If love is the answer

You're home, hold on

If love is the answer

You're home, hold on"

- Daft Punk