He sat in the dark gazing out the front door, his brown eyes lit up by the lamp in the corner, his mind on something distant. Who knows what a dog thinks when he sits quietly, his eyes barely blinking, his body still. And who knows why. I sat in the room beneath the light of […]
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Caught in the Act
He was standing on the patio in the sun. He was staring into the back yard with great concentration. This struck me as odd. He was neither relaxed nor was he in his hunting-the-wiley-squirrel pose. Those are pretty much the two positions he assumes back there, and this one was neither. Something was up with the […]
Really (in two parts)
1. Really? “Are the rain barrels really full?” she asked from across the dining room table, gently questioning what I wrote. I was momentarily silent. Only the fair and industrious Trudy would know that it would take more than yesterday’s rain to fill up the two barrels on the south side of the house. “Well […]
Don’t Go Emptying Your Rain Barrels…
1. The Approaching Storm “Watch the radar,” she said. “Don’t go emptying your rain barrels until you know it’s going to rain.” The fair and industrious Trudy knows her husband well. So I sat at the keyboard periodically glancing out the window, eyeing the approach of black clouds from the west. And I watched the […]
Saturday Morning Triptych
1. Bun Run A good day for a taco.  The sky was grey but not ominous.  The temperature was comfortable.  A slight breeze blew as I put a book under my arm and walked out the door to go to Torchy’s. A mile into the walk, I came to the big street and waited for the […]
Skyward
1. At the campground We were celebrating my birthday. Camping at Pedernales Falls. The days were warm and sunny. The evenings were cool. And there was no burn ban, so we were able to sit late into the night staring into the glowing embers of a campfire. One night as we were watching Orion and […]
Shake Your Booty
The window’s open. The front door’s open. And the back patio, too. A CD’s spinning in my computer. The volume on the stereo is turned way up. Oh everybody, get on the floor, let’s dance. Don’t fight the feeling, give yourself a chance. I’m on my feet. I’m singing. I’m dancing. Trudy’s not so into […]
Afternoon Options
We only do one of two things at the end of the day. I give him his kibble, or we go for a run. And now, it’s the end of the day. He peers silently around the corner. Brown, glossy eyes. Asking that silent question. It’s sunny and mid-70s outside. What do you think we […]