Did I use that title before? If so, sorry to repeat myself.
I am so tired, I think I may cry. No, that would be too much trouble. I’ll just whine. After all, go with your strengths. Luckily, it is Lame Post Friday. I’ll come up with a couple of random observations, perhaps spin a bit of half-baked philosophy, and hit publish. It’s all good.
I actually thought I might do a Pedestrian Post today. I don’t feel as inclined to do Pedestrian Posts after a walk with Spunky as I did after a walk with Tabby, because Spunky does not want to walk as far. He often goes down the street and back or at most around the block, and not even around the whole block, but cutting through the parking lot of the apartment building at the end of the street. I’ve felt a little bad about abandoning a whole category like that, though, especially since I always say Herkimer is such a good village to take a walk in.
So when I walked out the door with my dog this evening, I thought, “Perfect! Lame Post Friday is solved!” I thought it would be OK if the walk and the post were both short, being, you know, LPF (that’s the first time I’ve ever called it by its initials; what do you think?). It was never going to be much of a walk. I had already put on my comfy clothes for the evening. You know, the bra off, sweats on portion of the day which I so love. It was pajama bottoms instead of sweats, but still.
Most days I take Spunky for his walk as soon as I get home from work. Sometimes he doesn’t seem to want to go, so I put it off. Today I had put it off long enough to forget about it. I remembered it as I put the pajama bottoms on. Well, maybe Steven would take Spunky out when he got home and not be too annoyed at me. I would throw myself on his mercy. It had been a long day. As I came downstairs, Spunky jumped off the couch and ran up to me. I think he thought I was putting on go for a walk clothes. I traded my slippers for sneakers and looked for his harness.
One reason I had been just as glad to put off the walk is that it was raining. It was still raining but not too hard. I put on my crazy old lady had but did not bother with an umbrella. For one reason, it is awkward to handle leash, umbrella and poop bag at the same time. I could write a post about a walk in the rain, I thought. I was immediately fascinated by the grey light. Of course the sky was completely covered with dark clouds, but it was not gloomy. I couldn’t tell where the light was coming from, but it looked eerie. I wondered if the sun was peeking out somewhere and there was a rainbow somewhere, but I did not see one.
Spunky peed a couple times right away but was walking slowly, looking up at me every so often. We were only a house away from our own driveway when he looked at me and I said, “Do you want to go back home?” He did.
So you see, I cannot write a whole blog post about that little bitty walk. Only it seems I did. Happy Friday, everyone.
