Friday, December 23, 2005
We were on our way to the park when my phone rang. I didn't hear it right away because I was busy singing along to the Violent Femmes. But finally, I answered it and it was the Butcher asking for the car back because he's been called into work. Cancel one long walk at the park with the dog. Instead, we went over to Centennial Park and checked out the new dog park. From the looks of it, there will be two fenced-in areas--a smaller area by the parking lot (Mrs. Wigglebottom gave it a couple of sniffs but didn't show much more interest than that) and a huge area facing the Parthenon*. (Mrs. Wigglebottom seemed much more interested in this area and peed on many of the new fence posts.) The fencing is not completely up and there's some kind of trench being put in, but it looks like it should be very cool. Mrs. Wigglebottom seems very excited about it. Sadly, she does not play well with others, so we will be able to enjoy it only when it is too rainy for other people to bring their dogs. So, the plan for today was to go to the park, give the dog a bath, take her out in the fifty degree weather to dry out (yes, fellow Yankees, I did indeed say fifty degrees), go to the bank, buy the recalcitrant brother some cigars, go to the liquor store, and be back here by five to get whatever's coming via DHL. Now that the Butcher is taking the car, the plan has been reduced to "bathe the dog, work on the afghan, do the dishes, get DHL delivery." You'll notice that many of these things seem like actual work and not fun. Ah, well. It's hard to get up to no good when you don't have a car, but I'm sure Mrs. Wigglebottom and I will find a way. *Some of you may be unaware that Nashville has an actual replica of the Parthenon in one of our city parks. Well, now you know.