A weekend routine

We were going out on Saturdays and Sundays.

We went to Karl Schurz Park or to watch the waters along the East River Esplanade.  

We stopped at an ice cream parlor on our route to or from. When the park outings proved too much, we still went out for an ice cream.

We went out. And then we didn’t.

Burt seems afraid to stand up. It’s a job getting him up so we can change him and the bed.

My new routine is feeding him, then going to a cafe for a drink or a bakery snack. I try to catch up with a friend on this coffee break.

It’s the reality since his recent decline.

We went out, and then we didn’t.

As I told my friend A, I aim for a level of acceptance so that every sad thing isn’t such a shock.

Tomorrow, I’ll bring home some of his favorite ice cream. I think he still appreciates when I’m thinking of him.