:Home again, home again, lickety split!Posted: September 21, 2008
So where does that phrase come from? I googled it only to find similar uses, lead-ins to blog entries.
Yesterday afternoon, after 45 minutes in stop-and-go traffic, Rick, Wyatt and I met Katy, Ken, Zeke and Sadie on the north end of Colorado Springs, in the Rampart Dog Park. After Wyatt stretched his legs a bit, the three dogs got to the business at hand…
I love dogs, but frankly I’m glad my species’ polite introductions don’t include full-body sniffing! After a bit of time, Wyatt loaded up in his crate in Ken and Katy’s Subaru, along with a promise of a lamb shank as they trekked back home.
Thirsty and hungry, Rick and I met up with Anthony, who had conveniently just finished coaching swim practice at Rampart High School, right next to the dog park! After stopping by Twan’s (Anthony = Antwan), dropping off one car, we headed downtown to Southside Johnny’s…
“It’s better to eat at a great bar, than to drink at a restaurant.”
Gotta love their slogan!
This morning I did creep into the library…with a cup of coffee. Instead of booting up the computer, I started reading The Story of Edgar Sawtelle. After finishing up today’s to-do list, including those left undone for a month, I’m going to soak in the tub, put on comfy sweats, curl up and lose myself in the book.