All Steve’s actions, described in yesterday’s post, made me feel invisible. I can’t get over that he asked me nothing about my pets, my house, life on the island or my health—and he would not respond to anything of substance that I managed to say.
He mentioned wanting to kill Deer. And on Saturday night, we decided to get pizza from the local pizzeria and he asked if we could stop at the grocery store because he always eats a lot after a long run. We stopped at the store and I waited in the car. I thought he’d get something we could share, but instead, he bought two packages of potato chips, a muffin, a brioche and a chocolate bar—all for himself and he ate them all.
Okay … enough!
This morning, I went on the small community dog walk with just four other people, all of whom I like very much. It was like a balm to my soul to be with kind, considerate people again.
And for the rest of the day, I plan to take a long, long trail walk with her highness with a backpack on my back with water and snacks for us both. I want to meander the day away because all my domestic chores are done and all the gardens are watered. Plus, today is predicted to reach twenty-eight degrees.