I was off from work at the college today, but I always write my column for Sunday on Wednesday. Jilda teaches one class for the staff at the rehab center. She has to be there at 7 a.m.
Shortly after coffee, she heads into work and I head to the screen porch to write. Today's column came easy. I'd been thinking about our old friend Louis who is struggling to hold on right now. The column wrote itself.
Jilda and I'd bought more tomatoes, herbs, flower seed, and other goodies to plant. Rain is supposed to move in tonight so we wanted to get everything planted.
When she got home, we donned work clothes and got at it. By mid-morning, the sun was high but there was a steady breeze out of the northwest that kept things perfect for garden work.
When we finished up, and I was rolling up the hosepipe, I looked inside the fence and saw Ol' Hook sunbathing. You can tell by the picture how hyper this dog is. He's totally deaf, but his eyesight is like lazervision.
Today while we worked in the garden, he chased a butterfly shadow until he dropped. I guess he figured that time was right to roll over on his back and get a little sun on his tummy.
He is a comical dog.