That old man sure snores a lot
“Oh my god! Dad! Is that rain? AGAIN? That old man sure snores a LOT!”
So say we all, kid, I thought, as Ollie and I walked in front of them. So say we all. I hate that old man. And the raining and the pouring.
You know that song, the 80s one about November rain? Well, it came early this year. Last week, the rain poured down and the wind whipped. One gust made me shoot out of bed at 4:30 a.m. and cut power to hundreds of thousands of people near here.
Not a great week for walking
Not a week conducive for walking, to say the least. All the neighborhood dog people scurried out during brief periods of drizzle, everyone doing their best to avoid each other and all the puddles.
It finally cleared up for a day, only for the rain to come back in earnest on Saturday. My attitude lasted exactly until Saturday. Then I got stampy. Ollie didn’t know what to do with himself, either, a week’s worth of pent up energy quicky bested games of silly fetch.
So yesterday morning when the rain gave way to hints of sunshine, he insisted on going out. I intended a longer walk later in the day, but Ollie decided that we were walking right then and now.
I’m glad I listened to him, because the gray skies gave way to sunshine, and we both walked in joy, if with wet feet. Sun shone through the leaves, on the sopping sidewalks. A few intrepid folk, mostly dog people dodged puddles, smiling happily at the brightening skies, but we had the squishy wooded walk to ourselves. I was relieved that the autumn rain hadn’t taken all the leaves. I didn’t miss it.
And a nap
I’m also glad that we walked early, because the rain actually returned for a bit in the afternoon. Having had exactly enough of that nonsense, I made like the old man and took a nap.
I hope it was nicer where you are. Tell me about your walks in the comments!