We walk the dog even more
than he needs – and yet
somehow, right now, it’s not
quite enough for me. We walk
the same circuits, do our best to
find new paths or take different
turns but it all feels very much
the same, which is the funniest bit
about when everything is
different. Funny: weird – more than
funny-ha-ha. But a wee bit
funny-ha-ha as well I suppose.
The other day we were about
as far away from our place as is currently
allowed – the dog out strutting to make
the lead pull tight and me and the boy
enjoying the silly chats we have.
And we laughed the most when
a friendly man in a doorway (he’d been
saying hello to as many of the handful of
people walking by as he could) called out
to us, “well it’s a good thing she didn’t
die of the Covid!”
I told him that it sure was a good thing.
And reminded him to have the very
And we laughed and we laughed. And laughed
and laughed some more.
It was a good day. At least for as
long as the moments allowed.
New normal. Not so new
now and fortunately never too normal.