Two Dogs in a Field

I hate the weekends! Well, not all the weekends, but the ones like this one. When I'm here, Jeff's there, and I don't have all that much to keep me busy. You see, the problem with me is that when I'm not busy, I think. If I were thinking about chocolate cake, world peace, or writing a novel it may not be so bad. But I think about Jeff and what we'd be doing with our day if we lived in the same city.

On a day like today, a decent temperature, I bet we would take Shea out to play. We always brought two tennis balls and two bags. I realize now, the reason for two tennis balls was because I stepped into nearly the same role as Shea when we went on family walks. Jeff would launch a tennis ball across the field for Shea. Then, me, with just as much enthusiasm as Shea, would urge Jeff to launch one up for me. So, he would. There were two slight differences between Shea and I. One, naturally, Shea used his mouth to get the ball, I used my hands. And two, Shea is much better at catching the ball than I am. Luckily for me, you, Jeff, and the whole world basically, the two bags were not shared between Shea and I. Those were just in case Shea needed to do his business twice. He does that sometimes!

This type of Sunday, monotonous for me, gets me thinking along those lines. Makes me miss all the little stuff like those walks, going out to dinner, even watching tv together. I did get to see Jeff's game today on the internet, which I love to be able to do. But, live is so much better.

Hopefully this week won't drag on and Friday will come quickly. I hope I can control myself enough not to drive 100 mph on my way down to Boston. As Jeff always says, "drive fast, take chances."