I'm 10 Again!

  

Last evening, I was ten years old. I got all excited when this ice cream truck came along my street playing music. It stopped at the foot of my driveway because some young people from somewhere arrived with their coins for an ice cream treat. Next time, I’m going out there to buy myself something!

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Busy, busy, busy. Friday was non-stop activity starting from 4:46 precisely. I did laundry, vacuumed the whole house, sorted recycling, did a lot of dishes, and I put many things away that I had left out because my foot has been so sore. Plus, I watered the beds that I didn’t water on Thursday. I did all that work before going to meet our friends to walk in the 707 Park.

I was walking quite well, but three-quarters of our way along the trail, I turned and headed back to the car with Her Highness. My foot was aching. Walking back was modest torture, but oh it felt good to sit down when I reached the car. We came home, I did some leaf blowing to clear the courtyard of the growth caps—mountains of them—and then after feeding the brood their lunch, I went to Stacey’s to see photos of her incoming puppy, and to visit and see how magnificently she has spruced her place up for her daughter’s wedding on July 20^th.

When we left Stacey’s, we went into the village so that I could order two new puffers, and so that I could pick up some groceries. Once back home, more leaf blowing and some raking before Her Highness and I went for our afternoon walk. It did not go well. She disappeared for a bit and when I called her, she arrived with a stinking mouth. She’d found human poop and ate it, so we came home because I was so pissed. 

When we got home, I would not let her indoors. It pains me to be angry with her, but I can’t help it. However, I soon melt at the sight of her. She’s my beloved partner, so we carry on. But I gave her a spartan dinner. I’d barely been seated all day, so it felt very, very good, once we were back home, to get into the spa and relax after a busy day and lots of work done around Pinecone Park.

Today, I must water everything, and I’ll spend the rest of the day chillin’ and raking up the growth caps, cones and twigs that fell in abundance all over the yard during the recent windstorm. I feel so wonderfully relaxed because nothing is pressing and I have all day every day to myself. I have no idea why my speech has tanked, but one day it’ll be better and I have no problem waiting. When I keep to myself, the only speaking is to my beloveds and I am nearly always fluent with four-legged allies.