The past six days, and today also, were perfect weather-wise. Temperatures in the low- to mid-eighties… gentle breeze… blue skies exploding with brilliant sunlight. The wildlife — to the extent found in the suburbs — is extremely active. The birds sing as the sun rises and keep at it until the bullfrogs pick-up the harmony at dusk.
In addition to the geese, ducks, groundhogs, opossum, and deer herd, some other critters have shown themselves. Most notably, a red fox and turtle (or tortoise… I really have no idea). All-in-all, it’s as close to ideal as I could expect while hanging out with Ryan on the deck.
You know what, though? It only got better as we enjoyed the Washington Nationals and Washington Capitals wins. I scavenged around my garage and found an old radio to listen to the games. To keep the sun off us, I cranked open the twelve-foot awning (bought through Ryan’s Wish List) and poured myself a huge-ass glass of root beer over crushed ice.
It sure took me back… to a happier time… when Ryan and I would take in the games together… when life wasn’t so damned complicated, demanding, and heart wrenching.
For a few hours, it almost felt normal.