It's been a week since I've written anything, mostly because "nothing's" going on. No trips, no events, no crises. I've had two quiet weekends in a row, and I'm starting to get a little too comfortable doing nothing.
I can blame part of it on the weather. It seems like it's been in the high 90s, sunny and humid for about two months now. There hasn't been quite enough rain, so even when one does force oneself outside, the plants and trees are looking desperate for help that can't be given.
Today, however, was different. When I stepped outside the office, I couldn't restrain the "wow!" that welled up. The air was cool and sweet, with a frequent breeze. According to the radio, it was 81 degrees, but it felt more like 68! That's how long it's been since I've felt a cool breeze.
"When I get home," I thought, "I'm gonna find something to do outside, just to be outside." And once I changed and stood on the back patio with Rosie panting expectantly by my side, I thought...why work? It'll just make me sweat, and ruin this cool weather.
So I sat, and pet the dog, and ignored the pleading garden. And later, after dinner, Rosie and I went for our usual evening stroll. This isn't nothing, this is lovely. This is what I'll remember as The Good Ol' Days.
Hello Cody, how's it going?
When no other people, dogs, birds or moving objects are around, I can trust Rosie off the leash on this short part of the path, hemmed in by pond and trees. (Well, I could...today, for the first time, she spotted something in the woods and took off after it. *sigh*)
This is more her style. I may call it "going for a walk," but she knows it's really about sniffing.
Ok, where are the ducks?
Woods escapade or no, she knows to wait for me by the bridge, and stand quietly while I put the leash back on. These are the good years: Rosie is young and healthy, but past the figure-it-out training stage. We've got our routines down, and dogs loooove routine.
Mommy's little angel.