{"id":768,"date":"2016-09-15T09:00:19","date_gmt":"2016-09-15T13:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lucynolanbooks.com\/wordpress\/?p=768"},"modified":"2016-09-10T18:06:06","modified_gmt":"2016-09-10T22:06:06","slug":"anticipation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lucynolanbooks.com\/wordpress\/2016\/09\/15\/anticipation\/","title":{"rendered":"Anticipation"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Nikki<\/p>\n

Nikki with a ball is a picture of pure joy. She loves her balls so much she could \u2014 and <\/span>does<\/span><\/i> \u2014 chase them for hours. <\/span><\/p>\n

First, she drops her ball. Then she dashes out into the yard and waits under a chair for me to throw it to her. The anticipation is palpable.<\/span><\/p>\n

But here\u2019s the thing\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

She doesn\u2019t always drop her ball where I can find it. She used to drop it at my feet. Then she started dropping it beside my chair. Then she started dropping it <\/span>behind<\/span><\/i> my chair. And now, I have to hunt for it. Since I often work on the back porch, that ball could be anywhere. <\/span><\/p>\n

While I am hunting, Nikki is waiting excitedly under her lawn chair. At least she\u2019s patient, because here are some of the most unhelpful places I\u2019ve found her ball so far:<\/span><\/p>\n