My mom Cathy used to travel a lot. She has spent Christmas holidays in London (England), Madrid, Edinburgh, Paris, New York and Chicago…and more. But since 9/11, she says, she hates to travel. She’s served her time on planes waiting to be de-iced at O’Hare. She’s driven (very nervously) on icy roads.
“There’s so much to do here,” she says. “Symphony. Ballet. Theatre. Movies.”
Dog parks? I give Mom a nudge with my very cold nose.
“And dog parks,” she says. Sometimes she reads my mind.
Happy Easter, Passover, Vernal Equinox or just Cold, Rainy Weekend in Seattle!
Good thing I don’t feel like going outdoors today. Cathy’s bed is nice and warm and I’m not leaving it till I absolutely have to. Cathy is going to the gym, as she always does on Sunday mornings, for the killer class taught by the Intrepid Russian Gymnast.
I encourage this obsession. An owner who’s in shape will take her dog for lots of walks.
I’m already in great shape…and this comforter is so soft…I’ll just dream about exercise today.