Closer to September 1st than August 1st so for some reason every night I set myself up thinking I’m going to step out the front door and it is going to feel like the 72 degrees that my watch reports…not 72 degrees with 94% humidity…..and every night between 11P and 2A, I say to myself…UGH !&$@! Perhaps there is something I should be grasping here….
Each night I take Frannie out for her little relief break. She lays in the kitchen doorway and always looks up when I let my recliner foot rest down….it can be several times during this late hour…..to fill my water vessel, to reach for my IPAD, grab the remote…whatever……she looks up. But, it’s not until I pick my phone up off the side table and slide it in my pocket or more likely down my shirt that she jumps up, toe nails scratching the tile floor and beats me to the door for her walk.
Then we head back to the house and Truman is always sitting at the front door waiting for us.
As for Truman…maybe we need to talk…perhaps there is also something he needs to be grasping here!
Until next time….