walking the dog at high noon

Among the freedoms of midweek days off is the ability to walk Cocoa through the apartment complex at lunchtime, a leisurely stroll in broad daylight sans the usual distractions of other walkers and their pets.

The naked trees in the barbecue area have burst into fragrant white blossoms, filling the air with a citrusy floral perfume. No dogs to be seen, not even the pale-eyed husky mix that usually looks on sadly as we walk by. One apartment was noisy with unseen pets, though - a small dog yipped frantically from inside, and a larger dog howled along. On our second pass, it was quiet at first, then the noisemaker offered a few token barks.

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I felt like playing the guitar today. It's tough, trying to record while singing and dusting off my meager guitar skills. Naturally, I can't edit as much as I'd like.

Allison Krauss's ~When You Say Nothing At All~
The Eraserheads' ~Ang Huling El Bimbo~