Today I took Toshi, Jr., my notebook computer, to Village Inn for what we’ll (continuing yesterday’s theme) euphemistically call a late breakfast. Right outside the door a fruit tree was in full bloom. I could even smell a hint of it.
Pictured: Spring
After a blessedly mild winter – sorry, rest of the Northern Hemisphere! – Spring arrove, as it usually does, promptly on March 1st. If it didn’t cheat a little.
(Oh – stole a trick from the excellent webcomic xkcd: don’t neglect to mouse-over the above image. You might want to check a few previous pix as well, in case you haven’t.)
Also, before we go to the jump, a reminder that if you’re in Burque this Saturday, the Wild Cards: Busted Flush signing at Page One from 4-6:00 PM is the place to be!
So, anyway … got some good writing done, got around some good huevos rancheros (do not think about ordering them at a VI outside New Mexico!) and imbibed enough coffee to function. Then off to Wally World and Costco to shop for supplies such as food and batteries.
Tramping around on cement in my going-out shoes, as opposed to my walking Converse knockoffs, made my feet sore. But I was adamant. Emma and I needed our walk! After getting home and unpacking I rested my feet briefly, and wrote some more. Then, on with the Convos and out with the dog!
Didn’t see any cranes at the Nature Center field. Heard some, eventually, off toward the river. It’s late in the season for them to still be here, but apparently they are. They always head to the river around sunset, which is what time it was. Otherwise it was pretty much all crows’n'Canadas.
Back up briefly: Emma, you may’ve gathered, doesn’t like dogs. Yes, I’m the only mammal in the house who doesn’t like cats better than dogs. She’s a lot calmer about that than she was when I got her; she was full-on crazy back then.
Nowadays she very occasionally even seems to make friends with dogs, or try to. There’s a brown, medium sized dog often in a yard along the ditch whom Emma has even bumped noses with in apparent amity. Emma always looms for her as we go past if she’s not in evidence.
Today as we were walking back down the ditch her friend emerged on the far side with her humans. She noticed Emma right away and got happy. Emma was distracted watching another dog and didn’t spot her until we were almost past. She looked pleased to see her, if a bit nervous.
For years Squeak the cat and the late, lamented Bear Dog were best friends – through the back screen. But for a long time they acted very uncomfortable when they were actually inside together. It may be that Emma, like Squeak, feels easier about her dog friend with a physical, if not sight, barrier between them.
Maybe I do too, thinking about it.
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