“What worries you, masters you.” ~ John Locke
What a strange Kentucky Derby we had today. Another dreary first Saturday in May – though last year’s 3.5″ of rain was worse – and for the first time in 145 years the winner was disqualified. We were so stunned that no one spoke for a while. Up to that point, however, much laughter ensued. John, Bryan, and Stacy – all radio personalities – make me howl with laughter. Each on his/her own is hilariously funny, but put all three in a room, and it’s better than the best comedy show going. I love these people so much.
It’s National Pet Day. Here’s one. The newest, and youngest member of the family (though he’s not new anymore): Wallace J. Terry. He’s the sweetest little guy ever, and isn’t he adorable in our yard of violets? I got lucky.
Look at this face. I’m in love with this little guy. I must be to get up at 7am on a Saturday to have him at the vet. Nothing’s wrong, it was just time for the yearly visit for Wally and the cats. Everyone is very healthy, although after the morning’s visit, three of four of us are now on diets. Leo is not (and Aunt Millie was SO pleased with him without his eye). After a wonderful lunch and grocery shopping extravaganza with Stacy, the afternoon weather was so utterly perfect – a 70 +/- degree difference from Thursday – that Wally and I sat in the sun for a bit. Before long, feeling energized by the natural Vitamin D, Wally got his spring haircut, albeit super early. He’s such a good boy. He stands still and never makes a fuss. Is he not the most adorable face ever? I’m so glad we found each other. What a truly beautiful day. And hey, it was mom and dad’s 56th anniversary. Bonus!
Wally loves being at Eric and Bree’s house, although he missed his friend Pothros who had to cross the rainbow bridge some months ago. Nevertheless, he had enough fun for the both of them. All my besties love dogs, and dogs know when they’re with good people. That must be why Wally smiles so much.
Look at this face! This little guy greets me everyday when I get home from work. He’s a good boy. I got lucky. I really must be living right.
Yesterday I rose before dawn, even though it was a rainy Sunday, perfect sleeping weather. Nevertheless, I snuggled into my armchair with hot coffee and a book. Wally was the first to appear. Over the last few weeks he’s wanted to sit with me. That may sound sweet, but the chair is just wide enough for a person. There’s no extra space for a dog, too. But I can’t deny him when his sweet brown eyes look at me. I make myself as small as I can so he has room, too. Within minutes Lily perched herself nearby, and then it wasn’t long before Leo became brave enough to take a step toward me. You can see the side-eye stare he’s getting for it from Wally. It was a truce, but it was oh so temporary. Nevertheless, if I could start every day like this, I sure would do it.
You might recall that I had to cancel my Derby party this year, but I promised we’d get together in the summer. Stacy suggested we gather for the Belmont Stakes, which ran today. That turned out to be a brilliant idea as Justify won the Triple Crown. He ran a flawless, stunning race and we erupted in screams of joy as he crossed the finish line. We then retreated to the backyard where our salt water soaked grilled corn (John’s recipe) had cooled to perfection. We also took a few moments for the funny group pic. The only problem today was being reminded that I only see John once a year, and that’s just not enough. I adore him. I love all these people so much. Every time we’re together we laugh and talk and eat very well. What more could I want? They fill me with joy.
Dad has taken to sunbathing. He’s so not a sunbathing kind of guy, but there he is. He just sits in the sun. If he doesn’t have a chair, he’ll sit in the grass. I suspect that, if he didn’t have grass, he’d sit in the dirt or gravel or blacktop or whatever there was to sit in. He refuses to use sunblock even though he’s had one bout of skin cancer. He really can’t do much work anymore, and since he was always an outdoorsman, it makes sense that he’d be drawn to anything outside that fills him with joy. That would be the radiance of the sun. I often do the same thing when the weather turns warm in spring and the bugs aren’t yet unthawed. I’ll come home from work, park that same chair in between the apple trees, and soak up the warmth until the sun goes down. Yes, skin cancer is a very real threat, but our elderly have few joys left, so if he wants to bake in the sun, fine by me. It sure won’t be the thing that kills him, and if it gives him a little happiness, that’s just what the doctor ordered. Wally, on the other hand, prefers the shade.