Sunday push

When you start the day with a wake up at 4 or 5, with endless thoughts spinning about what absolutely has to be done in the next two days, you know it's getting to be that crunch period before The Big Week. It's unsettling, yes of course, but it's also a little exciting. When I take Henry out early, for our cold morning walk, I think -- it will be so much easier to do this straight out the front door.

 

When the big mean dog from the 5th floor lunges and growls at my pup when the elevator doors open for us to get on, I think -- maybe it's our last encounter with this holy terror. (We say no thank you and wait for the elevator to come back for us, empty.)

When I sit down to breakfast, I note that the breakfast set up here has been especially fine for me. I have an eye toward the living room where Henry rests. The set up in Sally's House isn't as nice -- there's a sink in the middle of the island. Steffi's House is better. So where will I eat breakfast, starting Thursday? It will be fun to figure that one out. 

(any food to share?)

 

 

I nudge myself to pack up a couple of boxes to take with me tomorrow. My lease officially starts on Monday so I can start bringing stuff over. I am greatly relieved that Henry is much better. Playful once again. I would not have been able to take him to doggie daycare had he still been coughing and lethargic. And what would I have done with him then? I do not know. But, his meds seem to have done the trick.

(will you get off your computer and play with me?)

 

 

I was going to meet up with Ed for a walk at the dog park near him, but I decided against it. Why travel all that distance to go to a par that will be our repeat destination starting next weekend? Why not visit Penni Klein (reasonably close to the Edge) one last time?

 

Already this park seems like a thing of the past, with lingering memories of the first time I took Henry here. It was his introduction to off-leash running. And it's the park I took him to in a blinding snowstorm. Sometimes there are nice dogs here, but it's not a guarantee. It seems to also attract the rough set. People who do not clean up after the pets. Nonetheless, it's been great for us because it's so close, so easy, such a guarantee of a half hour of freedom for my pup.

In the later afternoon, I pack just a little more. I take stock of what's left. I would very much like to watch the Olympics, but coverage conflicts with the Super Bowl junk (sorry, I absolutely hate football) and guess which won and has kicked the other off the air on NBC (my only access to the Olympics as I dont have cable)? Yeah, that one. My apartment building is hosting a Super Bowl party tonight and I am not even remotely interested. 

 

I did also cancel Sunday family dinner. It's just too much to think about. Too, some of the grandkids are sick and I'm not looking to join that club this week. At home, I still have leftovers -- things that will carry me through Wednesday.

 

After today, there will be fifteen more elevator rides with Henry.  And three breakfasts at the Edge. And no more walks in Penni Klein park. When you leave a place, you think of the things you loved about your home. For me? Proximity to the young family and the kids' schools. The welcoming management. The clean spaces. The sunshine pouring in with such force that the heat never came on on a sunny day. The good shower. The washer dryer that are ten steps away from my bedroom. The heated garage. I wont think about the panicky elevator rides. The excessive salt on the sidewalks. The absence of foot traffic outside. I do believe the Edge was really good for me. But it's time to head back to my old neighborhood. 

with so much love...