the dogs are distracted, eating all kinds of things. comet drifting toward hilde-land in his goatish habit. i try to engage them but i have to drag hilde away from morsels i can't even detect with my naked eye. 
i note riding past the playground how the sound is aggressive, not just exuberant or joyous, maybe i'm an old crotchety coot, i suppose it's the sound of humans, same as ever, and it probably sounded violent when i was one of the kids, not being one of the kids. it's probably no different now. though there were only words and slaps and punches then. actually i think it is a lot worse now. people were always violent but the constant frenetic disconnection is at an all time high. there's little pockets of gentleness, like the little green spaces that the animals have to reach to get a little peace to eat and rest and live. there isn't much that connects now. just islands in a land of greed and waste.