It was five a.m. so I suggested Aidan try for some more dozing. I soon got up from my attempt, and found him deeply asleep almost buried in the beautiful covers on the spare room bed.
A summer morning began then as I moved through the chores in advance of the sure-to-be-blazing sunlight. Newspaper, watering animal and bird stations and potted exuberances of euphorbias, citrus, dog buckets and dishes, squished a couple of tiny specks on the citruses that lead to skeletonized leaves and gold trimmed black butterflies if left alone.
The coffee had finished, but Aidan slept on soundly, so I made an executive decision to feed the dogs without him. They obeyed the "wait" command and portions were given out. No squabbling. Daisy finished it all off licking Bourre's empty bowl just in case. I read the paper and checked my electronics for interesting developments while I sipped coffee.
Eight a.m. and I sat down on Aidan's bed and he awoke ready to go swim. He asked me if I got the gate unlocked for the meter reader, and the answer was yes.
Here are some pictures from our swim.
Aidan and the noodles. |
Speedboat |
Faster |
One noodle. |
Two noodles. |
Three noodles. |
Four noodles. |
Lost his noodles. |
Daisy at the pool. |
Bourre keeping up with affairs. |
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