Mar 3, 2005
Ah, the joys of retirement. A few weeks ago, Dominica. Now, we're off to the west coast to see our son Mike. He moved there, himself, just a month or so ago. So this is exploration for all of us. I've never been to Los Angeles. Stacey, yes, but not for some 30 plus years.
The cat, Pumpkin, knows something's up. Cats are much smarter than we think. As soon as the suitcases come out of the closet, she becomes aware that another trip is planned. That means that we, the can openers, as she refers to us, will be gone for an indeterminate time. We try to tell her it's only a week but the concept of time is not one that she's mastered. We'll be gone - that's all she knows. Our very gracious upstairs neighbors will be taking care of the cat so we know she's in good hands.
It's time to go: our Georgian (not as in Atlanta, Georgia but rather, Tbilisi, Georgia) driver, Thomás, will be here momentarily to whisk or drive us away to JFK airport and Los Angeles. More on the trip, later. Stay tuned for another exciting adventure.