We’ve had a very nice, if mostly uneventful, Sunday here.
It started off great, by lying abed til mid-afternoon. You gotta like that.
Then we went for a nice, long walk with the puppers, along the railroad track, through the woods and down by the creek. BigGaloot did some swimming, and got a baby groundhog (we’re oh, so proud) and Miss Thang spent most of the time shoulder deep in a groundhog hole looking for the rest of the family.
We actually went on without her, figuring she’d catch up, or come popping out of the woods, a hundred yards ahead of us, at some point, but after walking quite a ways, we found her in exactly the same spot on our way back.
When we got home, we sat out in the backyard for a while, just enjoying the nice day and watching our worn-out pups snooze in the grass.
This evening, we went out to dinner, where Shrike told not one, but two of the wait-staff about Peeper. (Which is fine by me, of course.)
The first, was as an explanation for why I was being so picky, and sending back our sliders that had ice-cold carmelized onions on them. The other was to explain why I was drinking water, to the waitress who was so proud of herself a few months ago, when she memorized our drink order. She walked by and said, “Hey, no sangria?” so Shrike told her.
Of course, they both congratulated us, and our little gay-boy waiter came back by to ask if we know what sex Peeper is, and when we’ll find out, and if we have a preference and so on and so forth.
He also gave Shrike a free beer, for the trouble with the sliders. Of course, that had nothing to do with him, so we added the price of the beer to his tip.
After dinner, we had planned to stop at Target, as usually, but it’s Sunday, so they were closing when we got there at 9 pm, so we just headed home.
All in all, it’s been a very nice weekend, and it’s a shame that it’s almost over, and we’re back to the old grindstone tomorrow morning.