It has been a gorgeous weekend. I have been outside with the boys watching them play in our cul-de-sac for hours and hours. Our neighbors have been out to keep us company.
I asked my one neighbor if Mad Dog calls her to come and talk to me. That way he can go inside without guilt and watch football. She claims he does not but her timing seems to coincide with important Buckeye games.
It starts with the boys grabbing their bikes and I’ll start chatting with my neighbor. Mad Dog silently sidles up to us with a lawn chair and powerade for me. He casually sets it in the shade as I am a contradictory Florida girl who prefers shade to direct sunlight. He stands a moment or two and like a henchman for Don Corleone, waits for his boss to nod his dismissal.
I always grant his discharge. I can’t say it’s without a grudge but it sure beats sitting
inside on a gorgeous day watching a football game (in my not-so-humble opinion).
When I was outside this afternoon he not only watched football, he cleaned the house and did laundry. He’s leaving for a business trip in a few hours and will be gone most of the week.
Clean house, clean conscience I suppose.
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