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June 15, 2008
Sunday Morning Coffee
I set the alarm for 6:00 so I could have my pondring time before heading over to Mom’s to then head down to my sister’s house at the lake for Father’s Day festivities.
I got yesterday’s mail, put a load of clothes in the dryer, have another load washing, and have my boarding passes for tomorrow’s ass-crack of dawn flight to Texas printed. I’ve got the suitcase open on the floor in the bedroom, and will have it packed well before bedtime tonight. Tomorrow morning will involve coffee and a shower, and little else.
While out getting the mail (at about 6:15) I noticed one of the guys that lives across the street was outside in bright orange shorts. And nothing else. He was stretching in that early morning guy way.
I didn’t stare. (He could have been letting the puppy out, getting ready to go for a run, or sundry other things.) In fact I’m not even sure how many guys live there. Or if I could tell them apart anyway. I know one of them is named Ben.
The only reason I know that is because one day last week I got home, pulled in the driveway, and went to move the sprinkler, to see a small bull terrier sitting at the end of the guys’ driveway. When I looked at the puppy, he crossed the street.
Shea and I went to three houses. The guy next door to the south was the only one home, and he didn’t own the puppy, or know who did.
About half an hour later (long enough for Shea to name the puppy) a car pulled up at the guys’ house. A guy got out. I had the puppy in my arms and walked across the street and asked if he owned the little dog. He did. Little puppy dug out from the fence it seems, or otherwise found a way out. The guy introduced himself as Ben, I handed over the puppy, introduced myself, and we talked dogs for a moment before I walked back to my side of the street.
So that’s how I know one of their names. Ben.
I had visions later in the day, or maybe it was a few days later, that his real name was Bruce E. and a last name that starts with N, and Ben was just a nickname.
Wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened.
In other news I'm trying hard to find a break in my travel schedule for two road trips - one to see Dave, and one to NYC to see the Mets one more time at Shea Stadium before it's not Shea Stadium anymore.
In neither case is my schedule cooperating; although being me I figure it's exactly as it should be for the moment.
All for the good.
Which is generally how things are in the church of the den of the queen.
In which, this morning, I am supremely thankful that my day today will be spent with my family, on the lake celebrating my Dad; and celebrating my parents because today is also their (I think 45th) wedding anniversary; and celebrating my Mom (and her birthday this past Thursday); and my sister's father-in-law's birthday (not sure the exact date).
Posted by Angela Tanner at June 15, 2008 07:21 AM