Ray and I try to walk after work when the weather
cooperates. We don’t like the mugginess
in the summer or the icy, cold temperatures in the winter. Along with daylight savings time in November
when it is dark by five pm, we only have a few months to exercise (there are
always reasons NOT to exercise). This
past week, we have had great nights to walk the neighborhood. I have some good days at work, but Ray has
had some challenging ones. Today we set
off on the same side of the sidewalk as usual with Ray stomping on a bug. Dead.
I asked him what it was, and his response was “just a bug”. I replied that it was outside where bugs live
and usually we let them stay alive when they are on the sidewalk. His next comment was that he was taking his
aggressions from the idiotic days at work on the bugs. I told him that the Panamanian bugs should
feel so lucky. There shouldn’t really be
any stomping bugs dead in Panama since there won’t be any frustrations
associated with work.
Again, I think I am just trying to ready myself for
the pests of Panama. I may need to every
so often remind Ray of his past employment if I cannot get over my issues with
them.
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