Dear Reader, something nearly catastrophic happened on Thursday. The Lady and I were walking home from work, as we tend to do most days. However, the wind on this particular afternoon was fierce. And not in an avant garde way. As we were waiting to cross Broadway, le vent began to lift me -LIFT ME- off The Lady's shoulder. Not wanting to be bested by the wind, she tugged me back down and tightened her grip. Cars continued to pass, the light unchanging. Another gust blew down the tunnel that had become Garry, once again lifting me away from the safe curve at The Lady's waist. I feared for my life. What would the wind do with me? It has no shoulder from which to proudly display me. Would I find myself drowning in the Assiniboine? Run over by a hillbilly in a Cavalier or a Dodge Ram? The Lady, bless her, held her own against Mother Nature and protected me from a most unsavoury pursenapping. Sigh.
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