“Maybe he’s playing his songs or maybe he’s sitting in his chair waiting for his folks to come sit with him and join him...maybe he’s dreaming” -Ramona
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Meanwhile, nothing much on this side of the street except it was a beautiful day. Blue skies, a little over seventy. Izzy and I went for a few walks, we got Oliver after school and fed him snacks. Joan helped him dress in his workout clothes for his ballet class and took him to his mom in an afternoon swap. We watched the Warriors lose. Maybe it's not their year.
Usually the first walk of the morning Gilbert comes along with Izzy and me. The problem is that Izzy is very motivated and Gilbert isn't. He's getting slower and slower and tends to wander off into the neighbors' backyards. He can't go too far. If he disappears I'll bring Izzy home then go out and wait for him. He eventually shows up.
