(This
post is about Saturday. Evidently I’ve confused my family by being a day or so
behind. Mike is home and well.)
It’s
time for the master to return. Bess does as she pleases, ignores me, usurps
my leadership, and stays well ahead of me on the walks. I probably shouldn’t
think like this, but if something happened to Mike, I would have to keep Nellie
for the rest of her days, but as much as I love Bess, I’d have to find her a
good home. She needs more than I can give.
After
the morning walk – a turn around the neighborhood determined by Bess – I went
to Walmart for groceries and supplies, then set about my Saturday chores. I
also vacuumed my little studio and returned the sewing machine to its regular
spot.
The
dogs began to beg for the afternoon walk about 1:00, but I suggested we wait
until Mike got home. It’s always fun to see their reaction when he comes in, but
it was not to be. By 3:00 they were insistent.
“Don’t
you want to wait for Mike?” I asked.
“Mike
Who?” they responded in unison.
So
we headed for our customary afternoon walk, Bess leading the way and refusing
to come when called. (But she is kinda cute as she sashays hurriedly on her way,
and that’s how we spoil kids and dogs.)
As
we returned and were in sight of the house, Bess spied Mike walking toward us –
so fun to watch.
First
she saw him – “Who is that?”
Tail
began to wag slowly – “Maybe it’s Mike.”
Tail
wags faster -- “I think it’s Mike.”
Whole
body wriggles – “It is! It IS Mike!”
And
she took off to greet him enthusiastically. And that’s why people have dogs.
And
Nellie? Nellie tends to dawdle along, sniffing the ground, and Mike’s presence
didn’t capture her attention until some moments later. Once she saw him, she
hurried to say hello, more sedately than Bess.
Then
the work commenced. I had to laugh because in Friday night’s conversation, Mike
told me he was so tired that he would put off cleaning his bike until Sunday. “No you won’t,” I said
to myself. And sure enough, once he had unpacked, he said, “Well, it’s only
5:00. I just as well clean my bike.”
Of
course, supper was really late. I fixed chukar cacciatore in the new Instant
Pot, and being unfamiliar with the process, it took longer than I expected.
Nevertheless, it was ready when Mike had finished his work and taken his
shower.
And
that’s it. The week had highs and lows for both Mike and me, and I’m glad it’s
over. This next week is scheduled – recovery and cleaning on Monday, P.E.O.
luncheon on Tuesday, trip to Boise Wednesday and Thursday, new appliances on
Friday. KW
2 comments:
Oops, had to clarify something, so I'm doing this again. :-)
As you said, a week of highs and lows, but you made it through! That's what I always think when Dan returns after being gone. It's fun to have fewer responsibilities (as I tell Dan, I only cook for him), but after a little time alone, it's, well, lonely! Of course, I don't have the doggies...
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