On just about any given day you’ll find a flag flying at our house. Except during a hurricane, which, hard to believe, sometimes happens. Even though we’re a good two hours inland.
Stuart hated it when the Dad Peep was up on the ladder changing the flags. He’d bark. He’d ArrOOOO. And just complain about it. ArrOOOOO! ROOOOOO!
Maybe he didn’t like that the ladder occupied “his” space on the top step. Maybe he was worried the peep would fall. Who knows.
It was time to change the flag over the weekend. I decided to ArrOOOO at the Dad Peep. I was pretty good at it, too. He looked at me in amazement, then laughed. Then we both laughed.
We’re laughing these days instead of crying all the time. Though we still do that, too. A constant source of amazement and amusement, Stuart would wish us happiness I think. Sadness all the time is just too draining. And unfair to the memories.
I think I’ll keep on ArroOOOO’ing. And I think you should try it, too.
If you’re just joining us, it’s a Scottie thing.