If yesterday felt like spring, today felt like summer. I start off the morning taking Tisen for a long walk. Tisen and I have been walking a mile less daily than I thought we were. Since we are both getting thick through the middle, I up our mileage to avoid cutting back on food.
I start off in a T-shirt, light-weight fleece, and rain jacket. By the time we make it to Walnut St, I tie the jacket around my waist. As we work our way across the river and back to Market St, I tie the fleece and jacket together.
When I get home, I lure Tisen into the bedroom with my sleeping husband and rush off to the gym. When I get back, my husband tells me Tisen laid on the floor by the door whining the entire time I was gone. He apparently never realized my husband was in the room.
Tisen has been getting more and more aggressive with strangers. When we walk at noon, I practice having him sit when another dog approaches or when people are going by. I am trying to assert myself gently, but when I correct him with the ever-so-effective “neh-eh-eh” noise, he cowers enough to make me feel bad. Surely he knows by now I will never, ever hit him?
In the evening, the three of us walk to the grocery store and my husband stands outside with Tisen while I run in. Tisen stands on the sidewalk so intently watching the door that he doesn’t notice when another dog passes him within a couple of feet.
As we walk home from the grocery store, we notice the moon. A tiny sliver of a new moon, just a narrow slice of light. It’s setting already.
I rush up to the roof to see if I can get a decent shot before it sets. The last thing I see as I rush out the door is Tisen running after me with his Puppy Love heart in his mouth.
It’s so windy that the lens (at 400mm plus a 1.4x extender) bounces around making it hard to focus. I tighten everything that turns. The lens still bounces. I set up for a shot and then step over the tripod to block the wind. Except, instead of stepping over, I trip over it. I start over setting up the shot. Things get only worse.
I do what any woman whose husband is cooking a quick dinner downstairs would do, I pack it in for the night.
When I pick up my tripod, the camera swings around and smacks me in the head. It should not do that. Inside, after being attacked by a frantic Tisen, I discover the foot plate on my lens foot has come completely loose. No wonder my lens wouldn’t settle!
In the meantime, after a happy dance, Tisen settles down and is so darn cute, I stop worrying about his anxiety issues.