#Sulley did not get to go on the restaurant's patio

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Finally, a nice day here. The first 26 days of this month have mostly been damp, gray, and cold. It’s been depressing. On the positive side, the grass has never looked better.

Today I used PTO. Mid-day I went with my dad to a scheduled physical therapy appointment he had. Then we went out to lunch which was nice. I like taking him to restaurants he’s never been to. That’s not always so easy, because he and my mom liked trying lots of restaurants.

Around dinnertime I rode my motorcycle out to my SIL’s house. I forgot it was rush hour. The ride wasn’t bad, but I-494 was much more crowded that I had expected. My SIL and her husband recently bought e-bikes. I’ve been eager to try one. Wow! Now I really want one. These were really nice, especially going up the hill on my SIL’s street.

No camping this weekend. As much as I like it, it’s nice to have a break over the Memorial Day holiday. Last weekend was fun, though we were located next to four families who were loud. The kind of people who drop f-bombs when talking to six-year-olds. The first sign of coarse behavior and excessive volume was the trucks’ exhaust pipes. They were wide enough to double as a Habitrail for raccoons. Despite the 60°F temperature on Sunday morning when they left, the drivers let the trucks warm up for 20 minutes. I can still smell the diesel exhaust. That and all the plastic they put into their campfires.

I just got done walking Ella, Oliver and Sulley. Our path took us past a restaurant patio. Sulley tugged hard at the leash. Come on, Bob! Someone in there will give me a french fry or piece of bread! Oh Sulley, you optimist.

Sulley hasn’t had an accident in the house for at least four days. If Sheila or I get up in the night we make him go outside. That puppy likes his sleep. After I carried him downstairs this morning he curled up into a ball on the back step and went to sleep. So I relocated him to the back of the yard. He finally understood if he peed out there he could come back inside and go back to a warm bed.

The girl Jack has been seeing for a little while just friended Sheila on Facebook. I’m sure Sheila had already FB stalked her. Jack doesn’t like to share details, like the first--and certainly not the last--name of anyone he dates. Sheila enjoys these challenges. Using little clues, like the color of the girl’s car and a piece of long brown hair from a chair in Jack’s house, Sheila digs up all sorts of details, like first, middle, and last name, social security number, and favorite flavor of ice cream. Being friended on Facebook is actually anti-climatic at this point.

Sheila’s staying at her sister’s place tonight. I have the house to myself. I’m going to enjoy a martini and maybe binge watch a show. Someone in the neighborhood is having a fire on the patio. I can smell it. After I change into pajamas I just might have to grab my glass and invite myself over.