Rebecca is the best girl ever! I am so grateful that she forces me to exercise and takes me for runs twice a week. Even though I do a good bit of whining and complaining, I realize that most mothers are not so lucky. Last Friday, we planned that our run would take us through Chinatown and then along the waterfront and on to Cost Plus, where we would look for after-Christmas bargains – in particular a new dish for my Little Man. We were hoping to admire the boats and birds as we trotted along. As we ran through Chinatown, our conversation was going as usual, with Rebecca saying, “Come on, come on, faster, faster. You’re slowing way down. We aren’t going any faster than walking. No, we can’t stop and rest. We’ve hardly gone any distance at all – look at that person there. She is twice as old as you and going way faster, etc,” and me lagging behind, pathetically gasping, “Slow down. Slow down. Are we there yet? I’m going as fast as I can. I’m so tired. How far have we gone? Can we stop now? I’m sick. I’m going to throw up.”
This time, we had another topic, because when we reached the waterfront, it was gone!!
|What we found|
There was horrible construction of a seawall with fences, blockades, hideous noises, and no water, pleasant boats or even birds to be seen. We were shocked. Finally, we passed the last bit of construction just a short distance before our destination. At Cost Plus, I found lots of items that I really, really needed, but, sadly, no cat dish. We were planning to take the bus home, and went through a cooking store on the way to the bus stop, and there I found the ideal dish for my little fellow. He was quite pleased with it, although he does seem to be glowering at me in his picture. Maybe he doesn’t want people bothering him while he eats.
I mentioned to Rebecca that my phone was getting pretty funky, and I thought I would get a new one. “Don’t do that,” she said. “I’m going to switch carriers and so you will automatically get a new one.” Rachael told me it would be a flip phone that didn’t take pictures. In other words, even more funky that the el cheapo that I had. I somehow knew that this could not quite be true, but was astonished when Becca brought me my new phone today. “A Mother’s Day present, early,” she said. I have joined the 21st century with my fabulous new iphone. Now I only have to figure out how to use it. Aaaak! I was going to show you a picture of it, which I took with my camera, but suddenly, I can’t make my camera talk to my computer. Still stuck in the twentieth century after all.
The dish has appropriate sentiments for my darling kitty.