sunday || at its best

day 190 

i wake way too early but enjoy pondering the possibilities
of the day and what it might become. the dog gets up with me
but heads back to bed after breakfast. i run errands early, before
they are even up. when i am back, i suggest a quick trip to the river,
where the air is cool and the water is cold. the dog finds a stick
and just won't let it go so Gary throws it over and over for him,
until he is tired and happy. we bring the stick home with us. we sit on
the deck for most of the afternoon and i read while he looks up dead people.
later there is salmon on the grill and a salad made with fresh picked snow peas
and pickled cherries. . .  a summer sunday at its best.