When you hear someone talking, and you don’t expect to hear someone talking, and you can’t figure out where the talking is coming from, it can get kind of unnerving.
I finally found him, standing on the porch, but it took a few seconds to realize he was talking to his dog, saying to go back inside because it was too cold.
A few seconds later, I turned around, and the guy was pulling up his coat, dog on the leash in front of him.
Because the dog always wins.
On the way down the hill, I saw a woman carry her dog across the street so they could walk on the path.
The dog seemed a lot more excited than she did.
Suzi had done yoga earlier, so she said that if I wanted to go for a walk, I should just go by myself.
Had it not been rainy and cruddy yesterday, I don’t know if I would have gone, since it wasn’t just cloudy and chilly, but windy.
But I threw on my jacket, pulled up the hood and went. On the way down the hill, I saw a woman carry her dog across the street so they could walk on the path.
The dog seemed a lot more excited than she did.
We’re pretty good at staying out of each other’s grills (I’m sure having no kids helps). The house is big enough so we can read, watch TV, write, nap or whatever else comfortably in separate rooms if we like.
Suzi said she wasn’t trying to kick me out of the house, which I knew.
We’re pretty good at staying out of each other’s grills (I’m sure having no kids helps). The house is big enough so we can read, watch TV, write, nap or whatever else comfortably in separate rooms if we like.
Although sometimes, especially if I’m not watching anything, I’ll hang out on the loveseat in the living room while she’s on the couch because I don’t want to be completely antisocial.
Plus, our cat Sasha sometimes makes it known she would like me to play with her, so I wave her toy across the living room floor until she gets bored, which is usually about a minute.
I had pizza pickup duty last night, as Suzi said she didn’t “want to have all the fun.” It was the first time I had gone anywhere other than for walks since … pizza pickup a week ago.
That’s fine. I’m not really looking for any excursions at this point.
Did someone think that 50 years from now, a youngster would be sitting on a bench in the overhead walkway at the South Acton train station and ask whatever adult he or she was with: “What’s a Covid 19?”
”Well … when I was your age …”
Oh, who am I kidding? Black paint isn’t that hard to find.
Maybe that adult can also explain there was a band called Walk the Moon that had a song called “Shut Up and Dance” that paid their rent for the rest of their lives.
However, on this day, it was living rent-free in my brain, as I heard it right before I left and the earworm would be my walking companion.
Oh well … at least it doesn’t suck.
It could have been Coldplay, I guess.
I’ve walked through there plenty of times, but for some reason, I stopped and looked around the parking area.
I used to come here around 5 every afternoon, after Suzi sent me a text saying she was on the train, so I could pick her up.
Because she knows I hate emojis, she used to always send her message with the emoji of an old fashioned steam choo-choo train.
Things have changed since then.
Going back up the hill, I noticed the woman and her dog heading back across the street for home. I was a good distance away, but I sensed she was quite happy to be done with that, so she could go back inside and do … whatever.
Final ascent to my house.
Except for a few sprinkles, I managed to avoid the rain. A shower blew through about 20 minutes after I was back inside, having arrived at the end of the “3 at 3” block on the local classical music station.
All in all, it was an OK way to kill 40 minutes.
Aside from a brief period where I thought Wednesday was Thursday, I haven’t really been confused about what day it is, but I’ve realized something else.
Our days pretty follow a consistent pattern: wake up around 7 a.m., listen to the radio most of the morning, showers (we have showered and I have shaved every day), lunch noonish, classical music at 3, news at 5:30, dinner 6:30 or so, whatever the night’s entertainment is going to be starting at 7.
I also try to make some time for job applications, if nothing else so that I’m in the system whenever companies decide to resume normal life again.
The issue isn’t that it’s monotonous, but that I’m not sure where all the time goes.
How exactly did we get this late in the day?
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