The weather here, however dreary this morn’, proved quite lovely in the afternoon. Gravid clouds gave way to streaks of brilliant sun. Humidity crept back in, keeping fall at bay. Andi, our dog, despite the early morning dew, relished the early hour walk, replete with birdsong and fantastical web designs, spun by nocturnal arachnids.
My new job has proved most exciting, and it’s a comfort to know that I can once again provide a few shekels to our coffers, a few dinars to deflect the crush of grocery bills and such. The such being gas, for example. Isn’t it absolutely amazing how much we all spend on providing movement for our respective vehicles? And should gas cost as much as it does? Don’t get me started.
Andi and our three cats are doing quite well, although at times a couple of our kitties have escaped during the night, disappearing into the dark, inky depths to locales unknown to humans. Perhaps there resides a kitty bar, somewhere deep in the recesses of reeds and swamps, where toads and frogs keep rhythmic splendor to the swaying cats in attendance. Who knows?
Andi, however, stays within. He is our constant. He lies with us while we tune into the latest episode of ‘Breaking Bad’, or the new installment of ‘Dexter’. We can’t imagine him out for the entire evening. But then, perhaps there is a dog dive of bar somewhere, a complement to the feline tavern, where Andi can plop his paws on a plank and order a ‘Hair of a Dog’, the pub special. (They name it so, thinking humans cannot possibly understand the humor present.)
That’s all for now, just a touch of nonsense and whimsy, something to post, something that flitted across my mind while my Lovely lies near, reading her magazines, and where my college-aged stepson lies nearby as well, soaking in the Red Sox, and while the three of us (well, four, if you count the ever-present Andi) await the return of our 12 year-old from a church dance, just down the street.)
All in all, a very good day. I am blessed with a very good life, health, and a never-ending stream of antics provided by our menagerie and boys on the cusp of manhood.
May your own evening give you a modicum of perspective and calm.
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