They have made fantastique progress!
This evening as rain pattered off the roof of the porch and the first greens swelled and weighed heavy on branches, the phone rang and it was Jake, calling from a boathouse in Rock Hall, Maryland.
It is official and plans are being made– this weekend I will go down to Southern Maryland to scoop them and return them to this place.
It was welcome news to receive as the frogs peep and the creek rolls swiftly by and as I am so very tired, fresh from an impromptu trip to Brooklyn, driving all night, on a whim, the red tail lights ahead spare, passing through the Tunnel into downtown Manhattan, any windows above the tenth story hidden in clouds, creaking over the Brooklyn Bridge and its fog river, crawling into bed with Sarah and Steve at 7 am, giggling. Our two days of dogs and oysters and friends whose scrawled notes and shared apples say more than any spoken words, of barbecues and string lights and sea shanties, of Smash Mouth and pizza and Crazy Woman Canyon and sparkly eyes and wrestling rivalries is over, and I spent another day in the buzzed brain sleepy drive, dreaming across bridges as I traveled those familiar roads.
I bought a coffee, drove thirty miles in the wrong direction, laughed as my compass spun, New York rising in the distance at me, again.
I miss yins all.
Olive rests with her back against mine– never willing to say she is glad I’m home, but I know she means it. She chases me into the bathroom, scratches at my bare knees. She howls and yowls for food, but I know she is just hungry for companionship. Her eyes close, she is restful.
Here are cats from some of my finest companions of some of their finest travels.
Garrett and Rachel, on the New Mexican constituent’s recent trip to New Orleans.
Some European treasures.
from ERIN of BABCI’S TRIP
… to New Mexico. Holy cat!
A kitten from Hanna’s continued travels through Swede-land.