I realized that it has been a little while since the three of us (Dexter, Comet and me) have gone to the Mission Trails park on Saturday, when I took the long way ’round. Both of my furry companions were clueless where we were going. (Was I expecting them to give me a jabbing paw to take the proper highway exit?)
Getting back into a routine on Saturday was the easy part. I asked Amazon’s Alexa to set an alarm for 6 AM this morning, but woke at 5:45 and was up and out of bed. Both of the dogs have not been going out for a walk in recent weeks till 8 AM or so. They were sprawled asleep on the bedroom floor. Putting my shoes on without “help” from Comet or Dexter was a new experience. (Is 14 hours a day napping a health requirement in the canine world?)
I have to report (drum roll, please!) that I made it -fairly easily- up a quarter-mile grade during the hike at the park. My healing abdominals are apparently not too horribly spent. The four others I was with only slowed briefly (they forgot I was “still recovering”) to put me in the lead after the major part of the grade was completed.
But today I also was motivated by a somewhat busy day. My father-in-law is back in town, and my wife and I invited him to have breakfast with us at home. It is a highlight of his visits. There’s a certain lack of “drama” in our home, that, unfortunately, comes with my wife’s other siblings living in town.
Strange as it seems, the best part of the day were chores-related. I got out my new high-power battery-driven hedge trimmer to tackle some overgrown bushes. My neighbor always cuts them down flush to the ground between our houses if he gets to them first. I try to cut them to an pleasing size before he does that. However, I enjoyed channeling my impression of Tim Allen’s (Home Improvement) -style passion for power tools. And then I took first my car and then my wife’s SUV to the car wash. I never understood why my sons were not meticulous about cleaning their vehicles. It was a weekend ritual with all the guys I served with in the Navy. Sometimes we would not even allow food or drink to enter the vehicle. I was happy to see that younger people at the car wash were equally as meticulously washing their vehicles today.
And now I am getting ready to go to dinner down by the beach. Though I live in San Diego, I am one of those people who rarely goes to the beach-bum and tourist-y part of town. My wife’s cousin and her family are vacationing in San Diego, and Dad was all fired up to get everybody together tonight. Dexter and Comet are not going so they will expect an evening walk when I get home. Routines. Gotta love ’em.