We had the thunderstorms, too, in the middle of the night. Grady jumped up on the bed and snuggled into DH, who just kept his hand on him for comfort. I imagine in his former life he might’ve been outside and alone during storms. I always enjoyed them until the day we got hit by lightening, which was the loudest “crack” I’ve ever heard and actually made us jump up out of our chairs. Then the fire.

Thankfully I heard no lightening last night, just thunder, and I pretty much slept right through it. Been sleeping good lately.
Grady liking men reminded me of something that happened the other day at the game. There was a middle aged man sitting near us. I still keep Grady at arm’s length sometimes just to be on the safe side, not knowing his background and that he can sometimes be a little shy with new people. But after an hour or so Grady got up and went over to him. I knew he was welcome as the man smiled and put his hand out and started to pat Grady, and Grady snuggled into him. It was so sweet. I could see the man really liked dogs, and really liked Grady. And vice versa. He was patting him and gently removing the hairs that came off. We got “talking” and he didn’t speak a lick of English. But I am used to that so we wound up having a nice conversation anyway, using non-verbal communication and google translate. He typed that he loved dogs and had recently lost one who was 16.

We also had a lot in common with names, and he had twins, too - older than mine.
Here’s where it got fun. He’d been watching the baseball game intently. And he told me he did not understand the game.

I told him I wished I could teach it to him, the way I taught my son when he was three. So DD wound up finding a video explanation of the game that was in English, but had closed captioning in his language. He took down the link, and had a big smile on his face. Then he asked which player was ours. We pointed to the pitcher, and his eyes lit up. “He’s good!” - and made this sign

lol. He also told me, “He has your face” - I said, yes he does. He stayed for almost the whole game, asking how much longer it would be till the end. I explained the innings and said it was almost over, saying I would like my son to meet him. He said he would like to, but he rubbed his stomach and said he was hungry and had to get home to eat, and we watched him walk off to his nearby home. Such a nice man. Oh, and at one point he said “Your husband will be mad I am talking to you”. I said, “No, I am a nurse and I talk to everyone, he is used to it” and they both laughed, with him saying his daughter is also a nurse.
I have met so many people through my dogs! He reminded me of one of my patients. I really enjoy meeting nice people.
This morning DD and I made breakfast (fried eggs and English muffin) and DS and DH went out for their little morning ride with the dogs and got coffee and a breakfast sandwich. It is still raining. We found some blood on our front porch this morning, we knew it was new because we cleaned the porch with bleach yesterday and that wasn’t there. DH thinks maybe a hawk got a chipmunk or something (which he probably only said to make me feel better). It seemed like bigger spots than that to me, like maybe a coyote got a bunny

and the blood just disappeared like whatever it was lifted it up. I don’t like that happening on my front porch!
An end table I’d ordered finally made it here in a roundabout way. I’d apparently had it delivered to the wrong address but it was a friend of DD’s so they met up and got the table back, lol. DH is setting it up now. Going to do some laundry and take a shower and figure out what to make for dinner. Thinking maybe fajitas.
I hope everyone has a good Tuesday!