It's still hot outside

Saturday mornings are always fun in the Adlard household. Mine consisted of getting up early to let the dog out, then instead of going back to bed, I stayed up, ate apple pie, drank tea and watched tv. Nothing like Saturday morning tv. Weekends allow for special tv priveledges, that is we turn the box on whenever we want. Weekdays are different, only after five. Not that any of these rules are rules and written in stone, just an unspoken consensus I guess.
What to do with the rest of the day? We just took the dog on a walk and it's so bloody hot outside. Still, in mid September! Somehow I thought it started getting cooler right about now, but I guess not. The heat cuts out any ideas of walks in Duke Forest or hanging out at an outdoor cafe and pretty much restricts us to indoor activities or the pool. I think we are going to work on our apartment. I have an idea for some large scale collage paintings to go up on the walls and then perhaps later I can get Anna to go to the pool with me. Tonight we have drinks with friends, and I guess that should about do it.
I am trying very hard to let Saturdays be Saturdays and not see the day as an opportunity to do all the stuff I didn't get to do during the week. I can just keep going if I don't make a conscious effort to stop and read my book. I wonder who I got that from, perhaps my 'pater familia' (knew those high school Latin classes would come in useful one day. My Latin teacher was a large temperamental woman who once threw a desk at us in a fit of frustration) whos' Saturday was once his busiest day of the week. What do you say Launchpad? Any truth to that? Apparently now his Saturday is now filled photography trees and flowers. But I digress.
The dog is driving both of us crazy. Apparently she is now going through her adolescent stage, which means she does very little we tell her to and everything she wants to do. I am not being fair - Anna is doing a great job training her. The dog is even responding very well to her 'come' command when she is running around outside without her leash. And she has 'stay' down rather well too. What drives me crazy is her new penchant for barking and whining and she is so attached to my wife. Whenever Anna isn't around it's as of the sky has fallen on our heads. Tell me about it. My last boundary is the baby gate that seperates our bedroom and bathroom from the rest of the house and therefore from Daisy. I call it my sanctuary. No dog, no dog hair, no barking, no chewed up power cords. Perfect. If I want to see the dog I just go into the living room and vice versa. Of course that the dog has eighty percent of the house and me only twenty doesn't seem right, but I will take what I can get. More importantly it's the only seperation the dog has from my dear wife and I'll be damned if I am going to give that up.
Well the day beckons.
Ben