Rain?

So I was out walking Abby, thinking about the things I “should” be doing. Oh, how quickly we forget the freedom of “vacation” and get back into the old groove. First and chief among my “shoulds” is moving the strawberry plants to the main garden –  reasonably big chore. As Abby and I headed back and were getting closet o home, I felt the first sprinkles of rain. “Rain!” I thought with not-undue excitement. “That means I don’t have to dig strawberry plants today!”

And so the sprinkles disappeared and I decided I didn’t have to dig in the garden regardless. After all, it’s cloudy and that’s reason enough.

Note to self: don’t do things you don’t want to do!

I have no clue how many times I have told myself that but I’ll bet it’s upwards of two zillion. With any luck, I’ll “get” this lesson before I’m 97 years old.

Abby loves walking back on her home turf, which is Hemer Park. She likes it best because no other place is such a treasure trove of “stuff.” Abby’s nose can sniff out anything and stuff found is always the best stuff going. Yesterday it was a plastic baby bottle, which is now in my recycling bin. Today it was a pink sneaker, probably fitting a five-year-old’s foot. Also, today, a quick mouthful of horse poop and a half-eaten apple – which is not a fully eaten apple residing in Abby’s tummy. The list of things Abby has found in Hemer is remarkable – most common objects are Tim’s coffee cups, empty soda cans and her favourite – empty beer cans. If there’s a drop of two of beer left in the can, so much the better.

Today, clearly, was a day of rest, meaning a nap after lunch and catching up with the X Factor both US and UK. Tomorrow I am actually going to work again and that might even mean enough momentum building up to do some garden digging – depending of course on the cloud cover. Maybe that should be my new rule, “do no work unless the sun is shining.” In this part of the world, that would give me a holiday about nine months of the year.

About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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