Is it a sign of getting better? Or getting worse?

ttocsland
June 26th, 2005
Current Mood:recumbent
Current Music:harrison ford in Clear and Present Danger
First, let me say what a lovely weekend this has turned out to be. It’s sunny, a bit breezy, almost perfect 70’s temp. Just wonderful. Why I get to spend it inside with the pups, I suspect I was a bad kid when I was younger…

the pups are amazing – truly amazing – blue had been soooo good with me this past week. She misses Boo mightily, just like me! But as I type this she has her oh so happy fetch art ball between her front paws – simulating the way I’m using a pillow to separate my right leg above my left leg! she’s so cute!

Canela got her immediate attention this morning, I wanted to make sure she got out if she needed to be out – but I had kinda just gotten up, so without my Teva’s I hooked her up, grabbed a bag and opened the door. Sable was right outside, and as I unconsciously locked the door and steeped through, upon it’s closing I was checking my pockets for keys.

Too much to juggle, I guess. Yin, Derrick and Paul greeted me across the parking spaces – way too much chipperness… Yin was proud of just waking up herself, announced that Nancy (the yipping dog) was away for the day, I hope I was pleasant, but inside I was pondering how I’d get into the house when Canela was done.

Well, the first round of strolling got me bupkis from the Canela, and that kind frustrated me – if I was going to have to climb my fence with my leg in it’s current state, well, damn it, I wanted some results!!! Back to the house, I pondered the few options. Hang out on the porch til declan showed. (yeah, the celly was inside too – stop it – I’m not at the peak of my game, obviously!!!!) Which was 10’sh last night. I was thinking of asking Derrick to the do the hop the fence thing… but it came down to my ego, quite frankly.

So, it turns out I can get over my fence using my muscles. Who knew. and I managed to do it with only the slightest hint of a scratch to my left elbow – my tender leg seemed almost happy to have be semi useful as a counter balance to my gymnastic routine.

And I make it inside, get the door unlocked and step out to retrieve the Canela – grabbing a set of keys this time, and she’s not interested in coming inside. So we stroll again – and at least this time she performs! Yay!!!

So, a sign of betterness – yes. A sign of worseness? I’m gonna go with perhaps just getting older. Yeah – no judgement in that.

And so goes my morning. How’s yours?

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(((semi-conscious dream state – vivid series of pics flashing away – just random access to visual recall – always stunning)))