As I was locking doors and windows, packing Nico's bag, Max's body started slumping closer to the floor.
"Poor Max, you know were leaving, I'll be going to drop off Nico at pre-school and go and sit in the park while you have to stay at home."
Sit in the park? Why how unthoughtful of me. Why can't Max sit there too?
Now because Max is with me I've thought it best to sit at that table where the tree is shading it. ( you can see a photo of the table under my Life and an Empty Tank entry.) He would enjoy it much more then sitting in the car like I had been doing before. That brings me out of the car, into the sunshine and best of all I can hear the birds singing.
I had been worried that doing my needlepoint under the tree might be asking for a bird to put a down payment on it. It never happened. But, I never thought about the spiders, ants, and inch worms that would appear and crawl lightly over my back. I'm now living the phrase "go away, you bug me."
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