Before it gets too cold here I wanted to walk down to the beach and walk, run, enjoy Lake Michigan. Took off my shoes and socks, tied the dog to a bench (she just had a bath and wasn’t interested anyway) and rolled up my jeans just to put my feet in the water. It was cold, as my nephew told me in July. Thanks, J!
While I was brushing off the sand and putting on my socks and shoes we met the most amazing man, a musician. The wind had picked up to about 40 mph and he was on a bicycle and he told me about a great bike shop.
The dog liked him. That’s big for me. Never talk to anyone your dog doesn’t like! We actually hid from a Spaniel yesterday who once had my dog’s neck in his jaws and his owner didn’t do anything, just said he was “leash aggressive.” Not, is she OK? Can I pay for your vet bills?
He petted Zoe and I said thank you and he said you’re welcome. In Greek. Neither of us are Greek. He’s a musician and may give me a couple of lessons to get me back on track because my mind works better when I’m learning and that’s how I help my husband, besides cooking and taking care of our sweet old dog.
Then again, I’ve been talking about angels. We had way too much in common for him to just stop on his bike near me and Zoe. This may be mine. Or as Grace Hanadarko (we’ve been watching Netflix and Saving Grace) rip series, it might be my Earl.
Thank you for letting me walk and run on the beach, watch the wind come up and the mature trees bend. I have a hammer, and I have a bell, and I have a song to sing, Dee
Cooking with Dee 