Annie our pit bull was barking, especially agitated by a squirrel taunting her from a tree outside the window at eye level, so we went out for a special sunset walk uphill toward the blinding solstice sun on the horizon, her yellow head glowing, her breath audible.
We came across a decent freshly abandoned bookshelf, one of my wishes!
A few minutes later I rolled it lightly and it jumped in, balancing easily in my tiny car. Then miraculously someone was walking by our house just as I opened the garage doors. He helped me angle the bookshelf in, and all is well.
Another series of perfect moments, thanks to Spaulding Gray who introduced me to the possibility.