I need to carry around a small notebook so that I can write down what I think when I think it. Rather than coming home, sitting in front of a flashing cursor and being unable to type a sentence that makes sense.
So to clear my mind, try to quiet the chaos, and exercise the hound, monkey (aka Crockett) and I went for a walk this evening when I got home from work.
I decided to let Crockett lead the way. There weren't too many other dogs in the main part of the park so I dropped the leash. He got all brave and went up the path into the trees instead of his usual route on the paved walkway. We were both exhausted and hungry when we got back. We were gone almost for an hour.
A new kind of flower planted in the park this season.
Walking with purpose.
Stairs!
Sniffing.
More walking.
He caught up to me.
This photo reminds me of the kid with his tongue stuck to
the frozen pole in the movie A Christmas Story.
We were up there behind the Lawn Bowling court.
Really close to home I heard something.
Can you see him?
Can you see him now?
I love Chipmunks.
