Please sing along
Too much time in the car with a dog leads to irrational behavior. Not just a headline from a grocery checkout tabloid. I’m starting to wish the hound had more than two or three needs, or that he would sing along with the radio (some dogs do, I’ve been told).
Actually, during these long days of passive support for another, the radio has offered a wide range of new and exciting ideas. For example, I learned that monkeys prefer grapes to cucumbers. Just like me! The monkey would share the bounty with a friend, and throw those gassy green disks (assuming the cuke was sliced) in frustration. Or something like that; there’s a book about, if I recall the title. The dog, as usual, wasn’t paying attention.
We also spent some time driving about, and the observation that a heron can fly almost as fast as a car (not flying) was impressive. For a few brief moments, it was similar to having a winged escort. However, I did not have to race a rabbit; they tend to cross at a ninety degree angle, unexpectedly.
My shopping trip (this was an exciting day) found even more cinnamon rolls for the breakfast meals, and tiny bottles of shampoo; larger than the hotel variety, but smaller than the ones that line the tub at home. The ones that I forgot to pack, from home.
Now I’m waiting for the sun to set. Puddles from this morning has all but disappeared, and the bugs are lining up for supper, like any other day.
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