Tuesday Evening

Big (good) moment last night!

Mr. Coyote-yay was gallopin' all the way, and WENT OUT TO DINNER for the first time since The Duke (not John Wayne; the other one) got hold of him.

And yeehaw! It went pretty well!

I almost wrote, "It went swimmingly", but since it actually DID involve...well... let's just say that I am not sure "swimmingly" would be the apropos adverb.

But despite the slight problem round about the ninth inning, the fact that we had purposely picked a restaurant in town so that in case of problems, he could get home fast, saved us.

Wow, was that a viable sentence?

So, emboldened, he and I went out to dinner AGAIN tonight, and NOTHING went wrong. Except that I managed to eat more calories than a family of Sumi wrestlers consumes in a week.

But Bill had a great time! He had been reading a British novel, and someone in the novel kept ordering Shepherd's Pie, so Bill got a big ol' cowhand hankerin' for Shepherd's Pie, and wouldn't you know, we have a BRITISH PUB in our town. So there we were!

Everyone who sees him says that he doesn't look like he's lost 50 pounds. I guess they imagine that without those 50 pounds, he would look like a runway model. But no. He just looks like a regular ole cowboy.

He hasn't tried any more walks. But he really doesn't have any specific complaints right now.

Currently, we are (I know: saying "are" makes "currently" redundant...but does saying "currently" make saying "are" redundant? No, it does not! Else I could say, "Currently, we wrangling with...") wrangling with the question of whether to get a 2nd opinion. He was supposed to announce his intentions by Monday, but he never said nuthin.

The children are, one by one, telling him that they want him to get a 2nd opinion. He just looks at them over the top of his glasses and says, "Thanks for sharing. Run along now."

Ostrichizing: It's The Drennan Way.

See you tomorrow, God willin' and the creek don't rise, as they say here.