I Almost Had A Weekend
I almost fell asleep on the bicycle.
I almost got a full set of four mosquito bites on each limb while I slept.
I almost missed the start of a Trivia contest I’d traveled over 30 miles to play in.
I almost ran out of milk for tea at three in the morning.
I almost made it in to The Celtic Ranch to see how much Irish tea they had in stock.
I almost posted three times on American Hell.
I almost made it to the recital by the first students from the KC Trad School.
I almost had dinner 2 days in a row.
I almost made it to O’Dowd’s to see Eddie Delahunt & Friends play.
I almost answered the phone to the debt collection agency.
I almost made it into Bloomsday Books for some quality conversation and a glass of wine.
I almost killed the dog, going for a walk after sunrise one morning.
I amost finished a painting.
I almost put my foot through the computer, but didn’t because sandals don’t do much harm anyway.
I almost called Ireland 4 times.
I almost forgot that my monthly subscription to Setanta Broadband had 2 days left allowing me to watch Dublin retain their Leinster Football title.
I almost had a weekend.
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
How did you almost kill your dog, Eolai? Was it a narrowly avoided accident or a moment of parental frustration?
Heat, Medbh (which have you noticed rhymes with heatwave?)
The dog has a very low ceiling of tolerance for heat (and a high floor of tolerance for cold temperatures - can you tell the breed was created in England?)
Anything above 71 F or so in direct sun is a big no-no for the dog so for walking in summer I have to go out at the coolest time of the day - which is in darkness between 5 and sunrise. I can go a little bit later but only in the shade. And once we hit the mid 70s it doesn’t matter about the shade.
In another few days even early morning darkness will be off limits for the dog such are the temperatures we reach here round the clock in summer. I’m always amazed at the longer haired big dogs I see walking during the day when my dog is inside and just about surving with the air on.
Oh, yes, the Kansas heat. I had forgotten. The constant hot wind that makes you feel like you’re under a giant hair dryer. Blech. Poor girl.
Our deceased dog Isis loved the heat and would, as we termed it, go out and lie in the sun to roast her gizzards but even she couldn’t take the mid-day KS sun.