For the first time in a week, Robert managed to spend most of last night unconscious. So moods were elevated this morning, as we strategized to cope with what looks like another three full days of solid rain.
We managed another walkabout this morning, and in doing so we confirmed one thing: Robert is a thrill-seeker. Each time he flings himself off of the front steps, he can head left toward a placid , dead-end street, or turn right toward the teeming hubbub of a major avenue. Perhaps to keep pace with most of the country, he heads right.
Our area is especially boisterous because of all the two-way traffic, so he can squeal with delight as big, noisy vehicles promenade by in both directions. Soon thereafter, he sets out to satisfy his internal checklist (which is easier to do since it’s warm enough for businesses to keep their doors open):
- Diner patrons enjoying their meals? [Check.]
- Plenty of yogurt and cottage cheese in the grocery store? [Check.]
- Front-loading washers in the laundromat still mesmerizing? [Check.]
- Cosmetics stacked neatly in the drug store? [We’ll soon put an end to that.]
Then it’s off to glance at himself in the mirrors in the lobby of the apartment building around the corner, followed by about a dozen spirited runs across the 100-foot-long sidewalk grate.
The kid is definitely out there, on the edge, toddling to the x-treeeeme. Maybe we should mute all those SUV commercials.
