I have been absent the last couple of days, Sunday to see a play and yesterday because my iPad would not charge. Overnight it did charge so here I am.

Yesterday was the most amazing day. It was spring with everything spring brings. It was warm, dare I say hot. The sun was bright and shined on everything. The sky was an extraordinary color of blue. The dogs and I were energized. They zoomed the yard then Nala just sat on the deck taking in the sun. Henry roamed the yard. He never zooms. I finished tasks. It was a wonderful day.

The dogs are having their morning naps. Henry is right beside Nala with his head resting on her back. She doesn’t care. She is sound asleep. These dogs feel entitled, my fault. Nala rings doggie bells to go out. Henry keeps whacking the dog door to come in. They follow me to the kitchen. They sleep on my bed, keep in mind both dogs are over 65 pounds, and I have a double bed, an old double bed. Nala watches the microwave. They watch me eat hoping for a tidbit. I am a sucker for these dogs.

When I was a kid, Duke, our boxer, was not allowed on the furniture. He slept on the floor, usually on a rug. To get away from the no furniture rule, he’d stand on his back feet and stretch the rest of him across the bed or couch. He slept on the couch at night but jumped off before he’d get caught. We could hear him, but he was too quick. Some mornings he’d follow kids to school despite my father calling him over and over. He’d turn and look at my father then take off in the opposite direction. That infuriated my father who’d jump into his car and give chase. We rooted for Duke.

Today is another spring-like day. It is 50°. My yard needs heavy duty spring cleaning. Both the front and back yards are still filled with fallen limbs and branches. The snow is mostly gone except for small piles under the backyard trees and along the plow route. Nala is a happy dog. She brings in small branches and carries them about the house as if they are trophies. I’m forever stepping on small pieces of chewed branches that blend with the rug. She also brings in pine cones. I step on those too.

My dance card is sort of empty for the week. I saw my friend in a play on Sunday, zoomed uke practice last night, and I have my lesson and only concert for the week tomorrow. It is a quiet week.

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