Eggs benedict and soccer

This morning is the time for eggs benedict.  It is a tradition that Dana and I have developed over the years.  Mom's day, birthday and usually some other random day in the year.  I've got the process down and can knock them out with ease.  It is something we both look forward to.

Then this afternoon is Austin FC (aka the Groot) soccer nationally broadcast vs Kansas City.  The fourth game by the club.  This weekend every major national broadcast company (abc, cbs, nbc, fox, fs1, etc) will show at least one soccer game.  First time in the U.S.  All those little urchins chasing a ball up and down the pitch in the U.S. are now old enough to buy the stuff being advertised.   That and TBI have moved a lot of people away from the NFL and towards soccer.  

Other than that it will be a quiet day.  I've already been on our Zoewalk since the temp started out the day at 75 (24) degrees out and humid so we are in the summer swing today.  Up and out while it is still cool enough to be bearable.  By noon I'll be inside for the day.  Bless Will Carrier.

It is so nice to look at my upcoming week's schedule and see nothing I need to do.  Sunday was always the day my stomach started becoming increasingly tense as I thought about what needed to be done on Monday and into the week.  I still have to stop myself, tell my body that there is no need for a stress reaction when there is no stress.  It takes practice.  

Mad world

There are three of use who walk our dogs illegally off leash on the path around the retention pond.  Zoe and I do it every day.  One I've seen only once.  And the other guy I've seen many times over the years.  This last one currently has a chocolate lab who I first saw as a puppy.  He's had other dogs but I don't see them any more and they may have died.  He now just walks his one year old lab.  And I walk Zoe.  And the two dogs pass each other and sniff 'Hi' and move.  Minding their own business.  

But the guy.  He's in his late 40's or early 50's I'd guess.  WASP type, like me.  When I first encountered him a couple of years ago we immediately had something in common.  We both had raised our dogs so that they were happy, non-aggressive, and trail friendly.  So he and I stopped and talked a bit about the nothings that people talk about.  We met a few more times over the past couple of years always taking a few minutes to pass the time.  Nothing important ever said.  Until the day about last summer he was all excited and invited me to meet up with his group that night to put out Trump signs in the yards.  My response was congenial.  I didn't say anything derogatory  about it but said he had found likely the one person in the area who most disliked Trump.  A bit of hyperbole but defensible.  He kind of harrumphed and moved on.

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Sunday afternoon concert

Zoe and Toby do this when they hear the garage door open.  This time it was Dana returning.  She'd been gone half an hour.