Sunday stuff

It's a gloomy Sunday afternoon. Lots to do, like work projects, laundry, and (heaven forbid) house work.

Went out to do some necessary running around and saw two men walking their dogs. They were about 50 feet apart and the man in front was talking on a cell phone. His dog, a pretty yellow lab, was prancing and jumping.

The dog's body language was pretty clear: "Hey, you! Man holding my leash, hello! Look behind us! There's another man with a dog! Forget the phone call, these might make great new friends! Maybe they want to play! Do you think so? Can we stop and wait for them to catch up? They look like nice man and dog! Hey, do you see them? Hello! Please? Let's stop and wait for them. Can we? Please? Let's play with them. Hello?"

But the man just kept walking and talking. The dog ran around the man, tangling his legs in the leash. The man, more engrossed in the phone conversation, simply untangled himself, and kept walking.

It was pretty sad. That poor dog needs to find a new walking partner. I'd take the job.

And I just finished a wonderful book, "Nerve Damage," by Peter Abrahams. I listened to it on CD in the car. It's the story of a man, dying of cancer, digging into the past to learn about his deceased wife's secret life. It's a must-read (or must-hear) on all counts.