Three and a half months since I have published a journal here. I am not the lazy one, so it must be Pat and Lucky’s fault. I keep telling them that my adoring readership is missing me. Pat just smiles and nods; Lucky gives his usual look, which is something of a cross between a huh and a duh…a duh-huh. His trademark. Anyway, much to Lucky's and my delight and Pat’s, some other emotion, it has finally snowed enough so that our usual walk over at Megunticook Golf Course near Beauchamp Pt is WAY more fun.Pat says it’s beautiful. To me it just feels fantastic. Yesterday, though, I got big blobs of snow up and down my legs and on my foot pads, even though they had some waxy stuff on them. Today we got sprayed with something called Pam. It smelled like I could eat it, but I was too busy. It worked better than the wax. Sometimes Lucky gets distracted from what we are doing and goes kind of haywire Often it’s the leaves; today it was pieces of snow falling from trees and just the sun sparkling from place to place. He runs and runs and stops and stares. It used to drive me nuts but now I have just learned to love him for who he is; my goofy brother.
