Random Thoughts of a Disordered Mind

Quick Vacation Check-in

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My parents arrived at 6:30pm, a day and a half after their original schedule.  We had a nice visit in the car (they loved my new little Prius and I was shocked to find out that Dad thought I had a blue one) and a late dinner of Crockpot Salsa Chicken.  Yesterday was a lazy day with lots of visiting and a driving tour that included a stop at the Union Station, where  Dad got a dry run for today’s train trip to D.C.  Word is that he was reassured and found today easy.  Good thing, coz we could just drop him off and keep going.

Mom and I drove down to meet an old high school friend of hers that she hadn’t seen in 61 years.  They met each other in kindergarten, which kind of boggles my mind.  They reminisced and told stories and had a great time.  It was fun to watch them.

The kitty is still pretty spooked by the company, spending a lot of time under the bed or crouched in meatloaf position on the floor of the bedroom listening to voices and checking out the situation.  I hope she gets comfortable soon coz they’re dying to cuddle her and I need a pic of us together!

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One thought on “Quick Vacation Check-in

  1. It sounds like a fun visit so far. As for Miss Tessie, she’ll start to come out of her shell more and more. The fact that you SEE her is a big step. (And she might come out now that your dad isn’t around; some animals seem to respond better/worse to one sex than the other.)

    You just never know. Flynn came out and let Marty pet him all over last Sunday and even rubbed up against Briana’s feet.

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