Temporary Freedom

Over the summer of 2020, while we had been advised against traveling or having social-gatherings; I put my summer to good use. I had some pretty new cabinets put in my house. Well, used but new to me. We had a social distance paint party to get them ready. I have amazing friends. It was a lot of hard work this do-it-yourself project. But they are so pretty. I got the idea that I would try to build a spice rack to match my pretty new cabinets. One whole shelf of my pantry cabinet is taken up by spices.

Kentucky weather is so unpredictable it’s hard to plan much. This particular November evening was nice. So I decided to gather my supplies to see what I had to work with. Ooooo! And play with my new/used drill. Power tools rock!

By the time I get home of an evening and get Chico walked (my 10 pound Chihuahua) it’s almost dark. But since I’m going to be right here on the carport; I figured I’d hook him up on his run to play; 10 glorious feet of freedom. He doesn’t play much. But he can bark at everything that moves. I always feel sorry for him. He gets to go out twice a day on most days. So this would be a nice change for him.

I started playing with my wood scraps trying to get a basic shape and layout.

Chico barks here and there, nothing to worry about.

I keep working away on my spice rack.

Roamin’ Fred or Freda comes trottin’ down the road and with the strength of a Shetland Pony. Okay, a bull dog. With a nip here and a growl there, Chico and Freedonia or gone.

Now I’m a fat girl and my running distance is about 10 feet. I think I made it across my yard; an impressive 25 feet for me. By this time Chico and Runnin’ Free are out of sight; though, I know the direction they are headed.  

Now not only am I going to be a sad girl because my dog ran away; I’m going to have a heart attack because I’m NOT a physical person. Did I mention it’s dark? My dog is a dark color and I am armed with a cellphone flashlight.

Yes, there could be an ambulance ride in my future.

But I found him; panting all the way. He had almost made it to a very large mobile home park near my house (Freebird Terrace); draggin’ his run behind him.

The end.