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Long Pants
A human and animal packed day
I wore long pants today for the first time in around six months. It was both sad and fun.
I wished I had worn long pants to the parade this morning. It was a lot cooler than it looked outside and as the morning progressed the temperature dropped. My legs were cold.
I’m such a disgusting recluse that I went into a mild vibratory shock walking through the crowds. This year’s attendance was up significantly from last year’s parade. I had not been around so many humans in a long time. It helped remind me that I am part of their species.
I ran into a few people I know and every single one of them asked me, So where ya working now? I wish I had prepared a response before leaving home but I didn’t so I just shrugged my shoulders and said, Nowhere.
And then I heard my name being called out; Grandpa! Grandpa!
Running toward me to give me a double hug were my two delightful granddaughters. I ended up watching the rest of the parade with them. It got way more fun.
My favorite part of the parade was the llamas. There were about fifteen of them. They were wearing bows and ribbons and skirts and a couple of them were wearing hats. And their babies were so cute!
