Thoughts of an unsuccessful, never married, late middle-aged, likely terminally ill, American man who recently became an amputee.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
I love this man
A man walking his two dogs.
My quiet street is a good one to walk dogs on and I see this man most mornings walking his. He looks grouchy and sour, as if he'd rather be doing anything but walking his dogs. But I bet it's one of those times when things are not as they seem. This is probably a bright spot of his day; getting outside in the fresh air, surrounded by nature and looking at things in the distance, stopping to chat with a neighbor or two. As an amputee, I envy him. I'd love to be able to walk a dog again.
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