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Monday Morning Wake-up Call

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Hello Peeps. Wally here. It rained all night tapping on the hood of Dad’s car. And I freaked when I found dad still in bed with me at 7:30 am.

“You sick Dad? I hope not.”

“No Wally … just Retired.”

I don’t like rain at all but love Retirement Dad.

Happy Monday!

Inspired by:

Don’t run any more. Quiet. How softly it rains On the roofs of the city. How perfect All things are. Now, for the two of you Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window.

— Czesław Miłosz, from “After Paradise” in “New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 (Ecco, 2001)

Guess.What.Day.It.Is?

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It’s Hump Day and Wally’s afternoon nap time!

Notes:

  • Post Title: Background on Caleb/Wednesday/Hump Day Posts and Geico’s original commercial: Let’s Hit it Again.

Guess.What.Day.It.Is?

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He experiences a moment of peace in which nothing of significance seems to be wrong with his life after all.

— Sally Rooney, Intermezzo: A Novel (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, September 24, 2024)

Notes:

  • Wally, this morning after a long walk with Mom. Note that Mr.Wally.World has his own Instagram and Facebook page.
  • Post Title: Background on Caleb/Wednesday/Hump Day Posts and Geico’s original commercial: Let’s Hit it Again.

Sunday Morning

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More pictures from this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park here.

Wally’s Great Adventures #84 (Free Bird! Free Wally!)

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Hello everyone. Wally here. Mom, Dad and I went for a walk to Cove Island Park this morning. You heard right, Mom & Dad & Wally. No shortage of tension here, with 2 opposite poles of the magnet pulling, and pulling mostly on me. Dad walks fast. Mom meanders. Dad doesn’t talk, NO talking. Mom chatters (and chatters). Dad walks off-road on rocks and beach. Mom sticks to path, paved paths only. Dad lets me run off leash. Mom chains me down and won’t let me get more than 3 feet from her. So, do you get the picture? Walks with dad are so great! And side note, this morning, after mom strapped the leash on me, I heard Dad grumbling lyrics to “Free Bird” (Lynyrd Skynyrd): “For I must be traveling on now ‘Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see…Lord knows, I can’t change…Lord help me, I can’t change…Lord, I can’t change…Won’t you fly high, free bird, yeah.” Free Bird! Free Wally!