The great outdoors

Still a puzzle. All week, he’s talking about loving it outside. It’s a gorgeous, warm, agreeable day, but Burt is not. Agreeable, that is.

We’ve discussed his fear that we won’t find our way home both  privately and with his “driver,” the weekend aide.

On this occasion, he recognizes that I am with him. So it’s not that he lost me. He just says he hates it. I put down my phone and use it only to take his picture. All my attention on him should help.

He does agree that if I am going out, he will too. Wonder what is going on in his emotional core. Oh well, at least we are outside.

Burt loves the heat, but perhaps it’s just the heat making him dull and making the pleasant less so.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re in the shade, and I give him plenty of liquids.

It’s all very serious to him, but I have to keep it in perspective.