Summer is here. My favorite time of year. Now is the time to get out the T-shirt and hat (for those of us who are follicly challenged), grab the dog and go outside. The great outdoors calls — you can hear the sound of the songbirds newly returned from their southern vacation with tunes practiced and on key. Frogs are croaking their approval of their release from the icy winter prison. The trees have dressed in their summer finest, with eye-popping green leaves. A soft breeze carries a welcoming hint of freshly mowed lawn to your nostrils. It gently picks up speed like a summer breeze will, and … oh man … it’s strong … crap! … there goes my hat!
The definition of frustration is being a quadriplegic alone on an outdoor excursion with your dog when a gust of wind slaps you in the back of the head and knocks your favorite hat to the ground. Now what?