"TEDDY WANTS TO GO OUTSIDE"

One of the many bad things about getting old (I know growing old sounds softer, but it's also an oxymoron) is forgetting whom you've shared stories with. And for that reason alone, I'm very happy I'm honest. As soon as I told a dog story the other night to a friend, I thought to myself,"I'm sure I've told him that at least once." Oh well.
So maybe I've blogged this story before, so bear with.
At age two I stood at the door to my house (occupied now by my brother) and announced,"Teddy wants to go outside." And I still do.
When I can, I like to eat outside. And cook outside, and just be outside. I'm so glad they've decided again to open the roof at Chase Field. It just feels so much better.
When I taught at the high school, I could be spotted many days grading papers from a fire escape. Of course I was facing the sun. Sometimes it would be a second story one in Buildings B or C or a third story one in Building C. It all depended on what classes were empty and the sun's angle.
If that's not bad enough, in the coldest months I would raise the top windows in my room and sit three rows over to grade more papers and feel the warm sun, sans screens, bathe over me. Keep in mind the temperature at 8:30 might be 20 degrees; with bright sunshine and heater going, I was fine.
Whenever there was a window of opportunity for me to be outside, or let some of the outside in, I took it.
I'd tell you, faithful reader(s) more, but I'd probably just repeat myself. And besides, "Teddy wants to go outside-"-it's beautiful here.