Saturday morning was a bad morning for me. Mad at the world, in general, a rotten mood. So I decided to change the day.
Charlie and I went for an 8:30 am walk around the neighborhood. Which took over an hour. Because the point was not to go as fast as we could and get home. It was to enjoy the sunshine, say good morning to neighbors and to let Charlie explore. I forgot what it was like to do something without a deadline. Just for the sake of doing.
But Charlie remembered.
Charlie broke in a new set of flip flops.
He said “good morning” to everyone we passed. Including this man working on his yard.
He trespassed on people’s property to pick their flowers. He pointed out everything that he had a word for: “dog”, “truck”, “Meena’s house”.
We will do these more often, I promise.