An elderly woman, who lives in my neighborhood, walked up to us on the parkway bridge between Yonkers and Bronxville this morning. She looked worried.
I was prepared for her question because I had answered it many times in the past.
“Excuse me,” she said. “Is today Wednesday?”
“No, it’s Friday,” I replied.
The woman said, “Thank you,” and went on her way.
Roger strained at his leash, but in a friendly way. This was the first time he had met the What-Day-Is-It-Lady. When Amy, our lab-mix, was alive we frequently encountered the woman on our walks.
She is always anxious to know the day and always grateful when she’s told.