Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 23, 2017

Depends on how big the yard is.

Hey, if I can self identify as a [insert color here] and a [insert race here] and a [insert religion here] and a [insert national origin here] and a [insert family status here] and a [insert sexual orientation here] and a [insert gender expression here] and a [insert gender identity here] with a [insert type of service animal here], then you as my [insert marital identification here] supportive life partner should not be questioning if I am indeed trekking.

“The yard? Heck, I don’t have to leave the living room to say I’m trekking.”

Every journey begins with a single step.

Just squirt him, Edna.

I’m only going to the fridge and back. Trekking is a state of mind.

Like SuperFrog I trek to the fridge with the occasional side trek to the bathroom.

Yes, you see, if you say “I am trekking in the Himalayas,” then you actually have to be in the Himalayas to make it true.

But if you say, I am trekking in the Northwest corner of the back yard at 17324 West Ballard Avenue….

You’re limited to about a 20 foot square.

 

You don’t actually have to define the area aloud, either.

When Henry says “I’m trekking,” he may mean an area even more specific.

 

Farside…. point taken….

but I think Edna’s just teasing.

She actually just spent two hours in the kitchen,

helpfully packing him some sandwiches for his trek….

and hoping he stays out till after 9,

Tonight she’s hosting the monthly meeting of the Ladies Ballard St. Sewing and Auto Mechanics Circle,

and they probably won’t be finished with their Karate lesson till 8:30 or so.

Truth to tell, she quite enjoys Henry’s treks.

Depends on how overgrown the yard is. Or maybe he just started a game of Jumanji.

I wonder which character Henry is Trekking as, Spock or Lt Comamander Scott.

Huh so THAT’S what I’m doing wrong

I sense a rain shower approaching.

Edna just can’t stand to see Henry happy.

“Fine! I’m going to trek down to the track!”

Im reminded of Grandpa Pots, from Chitty, Chitty! Bang, Bang!

Oh, he’s LEFT the yard. The body’s still there, but he’s gone.

To boldly go, or not as the case may be…..

The real issue here is the fence—what does it keep out? What does it keep in? Or is merely protective, posing as “decorative”, so we don’t get a view of those seductive ankles on the other side?

Maybe he meant he is Truckin’…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pafY6sZt0FE

Good morning BS’rs! I just though I would tell you there is an APB out for Henry….I think Edna left the gate open yesterday.

Take a Tre on the wild side.