Friday, December 27, 2013
Walk with Dogs- Laughter
I was going to put away Christmas and decorate the house for the New Year. I am ready to see pretty white sparkly things.
Little did I know.
First order of business was to walk the dogs. At the driveway, we passed a dad and his three children all of them were enjoying Christmas gifts, a scooter and bikes. With Watson on my left and Daisy on my right, we left them behind and found our rhythm.
A quarter of the way around, I lost in thought saw the daughter coming my way. Her golden curls dancing in the breeze under her safety helmet. With musical synchronization her foot touched the ground as her pink scooter whizzed by me.
Watson, the friendly Basset Hound wanted to say, “Hello.”
He stepped in front of me. I, each hand occupied with a leash, picked up my right to push him back. He stepped forward.
Did you know asphalt has a flavor? It is a mix of old coffee grounds, burnt barbeque ribs and dirt. I drew my hands up from my sides and pushed myself upright. My glasses felt funny. I saw stars.
The tears began quickly followed by the jokes. I hurt and wanted to cry, but the funny bone took over. Soon I was losing the ability to see out of my right eye. My sunglasses were bent.
Of course I laughed and cried all the way home while this rolling dialogue carried me forward:
Watson wanted to say hello to a little girl on a scooter.
One way to feel young again at 45 is to fall on your face in front of a little girl riding a scooter wearing a safety helmet.
Do I need a safety helmet now to walk the dogs?
I never bruise. It would just be my luck that something this fantastic would not leave a mark.
I walked in the house, ready to break down. Zany-playing with his new rifle sized Nerf blaster- jumped back in horrified shock as I handed him Watson’s leash.
“You need to walk him two more miles.”
Thoughts in his mind:
How did Mom mess up her make-up so soon… OHhhh. She doesn’t have make-up on.
How long will it be before she makes a joke out of this?
I handed GirlyK my phone. Her lips pursed to hold her stomach in. I said the only logical thing in this age of social media,
“Quick take my picture.”
Thoughts in her mind:
How did Mom get an easter egg under her eyebrow?
Both scurried away as I grabbed a bag of frozen peas and sat down. Thousands of ice knives thrust themselves into my head with pulsating waves. Screaming obscenities at the Counting Mutant because he says ice makes everything feel better. And then I laughed because I felt young with skinned knees. Watson wanted to be friendly. I can check “get a black eye” off my bucket list. I have peas on my face. The right side of my smile looks a little like Joker’s.
Laughter makes life worth living.