[The Story] Out For Run

Continuing thoughts from “Daily Dog Diaries?” summarized as how I subscribe to dog social media sites to remind me of my childhood dog Patrick and for brainstorming ideas for “The Story,” a scene popped into my mind where Trishna’s mom says – of Trishna’s sister Sammohini, her friend Jane, and Trishna’s service dog Pollyanna – “the girls are out for a run.” From that one imagined quote, I built a backstory with, maybe, their family’s weekly routine.

Spoilers?: Minor [brainstorming thought-provoking scenes]

I imagine Sammohini and Jane going out for daily runs with Pollyanna.

Although Pollyanna is Trishna’s service dog, Trishna is independent enough that she can manage with her wheelchair almost without Pollyanna’s help. Her help is mainly emotional, although sometimes she can help retrieve objects that might be dropped or people in case Trishna needs any help. As I look over these videos and photos of dogs, then of Patrick, I can’t help but think about wanting to see the little guy again, and what I would do differently.

I think this is an innate trait we all have.

What we should instead do with that sort energy is channel that into positivity, or if thoroughly negative into something else, so when that quote popped into mind, I let the scene unfold before me. I imagined the running clothes that Sammohini and Jane would have – Jane wore a white shirt and blue shorts, Sammohini wore a light grey shirt and yellow shorts. They’ll usually go for runs around the block after school.

Does Jane run for PE in high school?

Does Sammohini follow her lead? Jane moves into the Lanchester household probably in their first or second year of high school, and since Sammohini usually follows Jane’s hobbies, she might run, swim, and do other athletics throughout high school and college. They run as a hobby and to help make sure Pollyanna gets her exercise.

What popped into mind next was them going to school on a weekend day.

They load up the car with everyone any maybe go to the high school so “the girls” can go run around the track, even after Pollyanna gets tired and goes back over to where Trishna and her parents are resting in the sun. They might do this once a week or month as a family outing. This will primarily happen before John arrives, but during that summer they may still do that, even though by then Sammohini and Jane are probably already in college, so they may meet them at the high school to do those same runs.

By then, Pollyanna would be older, and probably wouldn’t run as much.

So, maybe they won’t do the same routines by then, but it’s still a fun consideration to have about the nature of Pollyanna’s exercise. Trishna, Pollyanna, and her parents will still go around the neighborhood block maybe a few times a week. [Their house was once a farmhouse but after some brainstorming in earlier essays, it seems like a suburban environment matches closer to where they live.] I imagine that after John arrives, Pollyanna will be a senior dog, but they’ll still go at a reasonable enough pace so she doesn’t get too tired.

I remember this golden retriever I saw once.

The dog was on a warm spring stroll with an older lady. The dog, with its white snout and faded gold hair, looked so happy to be out and about. Although it could have been fatigue, I doubt the dog was panting with exhaustion and prefer thinking the dog was happy, because fatigue manifests as shambling compared to the sort of upbeat panting the dog was doing. I only saw dog and dog-walker for the time it took for both of them to cross the street, but the scene left enough of an impression both here and to ask the question of would Pollyanna act the same? Would Patrick act the same?

Pollyanna would certainly love to walk around the neighborhood.

Patrick didn’t like to leave his backyard. We took him around the block a few times, to local parks – or tried. Once, he stopped in the middle of a crosswalk with a car to my right, stopped, and I panicked. He sat down and did not want to move. I pulled but he was too stubborn. We ended up going back home shortly thereafter. I don’t recall bringing him out again, so we might have decided that he didn’t like going out anymore, and he was happy being at home. Did he act that way because he always stayed at home?

I never imagined Pollyanna would hesitate going out for runs.

Especially when she was younger, Pollyanna would still prioritize making sure to protect Trishna, but if Trishna told her she could go – because they have a sort of communication where Pollyanna can [magically] understand everything Trishna says – then she’d go out for a run. “You should go out for a run. I’ll be here studying when you get back. Love you, little lady.” Trishna might say something like that to Pollyanna, who would be sitting, panting a little, paying complete focus, and Pollyanna would tilt her head a little, close her mouth, return her head to straight on, and run around to go out for her run “with the girls.”

When they return, Trishna would be settling in for the evening.

Trishna would mostly be on her computer talking to John, or talking by phone, or maybe she’d still be working on her homework. I almost imagine, too, that those would be the times when Sammohini and Jane would give Pollyanna a wash or at least enough of a brushing so when Pollyanna returned into Trishna’s room, she’d probably go right to her dog-bed to sleep. I’m imagining these scenes with more clarity. It will still take years of writing practice with essays and novels, but the frequency and potency of these imaginations are increasing.

Once there’s a narrative cohesion through all this, I might begin writing.

Endtable:
Quotes: None.
Sources: The Story’s Imaginarium.
Inspirations: Couldn’t say on the quote. Maybe the video of the dog panting reminded me of Patrick, which unlocked this scene, or something.
Related: Essays building “The Story.”
Picture: I didn’t have the energy to work on the template picture for this. I wanted to write this 3 hours ago but I haven’t been feeling great today, and I find when I don’t “feel like writing,” I’m typically sick, headached, or fatigued. Hopefully fatigued.
Written On: 2020 April 15 [3:37am to 4:22am while listening to Algiers.]
Last Edited: 2020 April 15 [First draft; final draft for the Internet.]
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