Fresh air was the remedy yesterday. From six feet apart, we greeted our neighbours.
“How are you keeping?,” I asked a widow.
“Well thank goodness for the cat,” she said. “Am missing my husband, but I do talk to him regularly.” And then realizing how that sounded, she added: “His picture, you know.”
I get it. We do what we can to survive. Ric has stocked the garage with groceries and supplies. When we need something, we call out: “Going shopping!”
Pippi just now whined at me because her brother was in her bed. “Make him get out,” she cried.
“Seriously?” I responded. “You can lie on the couch or snuggle up with Dad or me.”
She’d have none of it. So I grabbed one of those big floor pillows and pulled it up beside her bed. “Here,” I offered. “Lie here.”
Toby immediately exited the bed and claimed the pillow. Pippi jumped into bed. Ric and I roared with laughter.
They are dogs after all.
If ever there was a time for creative thinking, it is now. I’m even thinking about bringing my imaginary friend out of the closet – haven’t seen him since I was ten.
The word this week is imaginary. Respond in which ever way the muse moves you. Looking forward to your responses.