She hadnt planned to play so early in the
morning, but it wasnt really early was it. She had slept in, through the hours of
getting boys off to school and her normal first cup of coffee.
The restless night still hung around Sistah Shoop as she stumbled over the ball that
had been dropped at her feet. The thoughts that had called to her through the night
weighted her down. Only by taking Aleve could the pain that clung to Sistah Shoops
spirit be eliminated.
He poked at her legs following with ball in mouth. She filled the cup with cold water
and took the medicine that would free her from her burden. He looked toward the back door.
And Sistah Shoop agreed thinking it would lighten the load that rattled ceaselessly in her
"Throw the ball! Throw the ball!" Foster, the dog begged darting out
the door in front of her.
Sistah Shoop picked it up and felt the days warmth on her back. She tossed the
ball and he ran only to bring it back seconds later.
"Throw the ball! Throw the ball!" he begged dropping it at her feet. "Throw
And they did this over and over again until he brought it back, only this time without
surrender, he continued to play with it, tossing it up and catching it on his own.
"So youve come across something you cant ignore for once in your
life." He said as he jumped and caught the ball in his mouth.
Sistah Shoop looked at him knowing he knew.
"Youre upset that you cant run away from your responsibilities,
especially the ones you dont like much." He dropped the ball and nosed it
toward her. "Howd you get away with it for so long?"
It upset her knowing he had figured it out. She thought the racket was pretty well
hidden, even from herself. Sistah Shoop chuckled at the insanity of it all, "It
isnt working for me anymore, and I dont understand why."
He nosed the ball toward her and sat, his day was a good day in contrast, "Throw
"I dont know what to do, Foster." The sadness layered throughout
the sound of her voice.
"Throw the ball!" he replied standing, then barked at the ball now
lying at her feet. Sistah Shoop picked it up and stared off toward the mountains and mesas
they called their back yard.
"Throw the ball, darn it! So you cant hide anymore, big deal.
Throw the friggin ball! Itll be the start of something new." He
scolded and pointed in the direction of where the ball should land. Perhaps where Sistah
Shoop should throw herself, toward the vast space between what was and what had now become
obvious and the warmth of a spring sun.