Kick Drum Heart


Cloudy, grey

I did not go skating. It was exceptionally chilly, so after two trips back indoors for extra clothes and an iPod and phone deposit, I made my way outside to freeze with the dogs. We couldn’t find a ball, so we made do with randomly galloping around the backyard. Over stumps, rocks, and piles of accumulated bramble we went, me, then Grizz beside me, Potter lagging slightly behind. Molley would run for a moment or two, then something would catch her interest, and off she’d go to explore an intriguing scent, shape, or movement. After about a half hour we went back into the garage, where I fed them dog treats, harrassed Grizz, praised Potter and ignored poor Molley. Out of the three of them, she has the least dominant personality. A little snippy, shy, and protective, she tends to roll with whatever her brother and mother get up to. The lowest-in-the-pack role extracts a sweet and submissive nature, though. When she was a little puppy we called her Sweetie, not knowing that we’d be keeping her. The nickname suited her then and now. She might be the quietest, but she’s easily the calmest-natured.

The dogs’ stories can wait for another day, however; I’m tutoring in about eight minutes. The lesson’s nicely timed out on paper, and I’m all energized and ready to hammer out some math facts. It might be break, but the mind always needs exercise, right?

After teaching, Katie’s coming over and then we might go see Rod’s puppies before heading to Chelsea’s with apple fritters. Fun stuff.

Tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve, which might mean even more fun stuff. Or it could mean Katie and I drowning in ennui all by our lonesomes. Hrmm. We’ll see.



Sunshine

 I believe I’m going to go skating today.

It’s a gorgeous, clear day in January with no snow. Unusual, but pretty sweet altogether. So, if Doc Boy isn’t over at grandma’s, I might take my roller blades/skates/whatever you want to call them over there, blast my iPod and get in some exercise while making good use of a previously abandoned blacktop driveway.

Maybe I’ll take the Grizz with me. I’ve been meaning to do something with the dogs. Hmm.

As long as he doesn’t try to gallivant off into the road, the woods, the garden, or grandma’s front room, I think I will bring him along. This means I really won’t have my iPod on very loudly, but who cares? Quality time with the Beast; I haven’t had any of that since summertime, and I’ve neglected him. I feel awful… I’ll make it up to him.

So, skating. I’m going today.