I’m socializing to all hours these days. yesterday, I was scheduled to row the double at 6, but my partner emailed to say she was stuck in another city and could we row at 8 PM instead? I think Rudder was a little appalled at the idea of rowing so late – his comment was “You won’t be in until 10!” I’m not sure why that’s worse than being on the water at 5AM, myself….
It was nice though; the long summer twilight meant we had plenty of light coming back, but we also had sunset light and evening woods smells. (Also evening landfill smells, but I try to breathe through my mouth at that part of the canal.) It’s been a long time since I’ve rowed under sunrise or sunset skies, and I hadn’t realized how much I’ve missed it.
Rudder was in bed when I got home, but at least he was still awake reading. I may do the same thing to him again tonight, since the local Stitch’n’Bitch group will be gathering. Oars or needles, it’s not exactly a wild partying life.
On a sadder note, of course the cat has tried to be extra snuggly since we decided to find him a new home. Cats know all about guilt-tripping. Rudder’s grandfather has offered to take him, but we have a couple of reservations about that. Actually, we think he and the cat would love each other nad it would be a great home, but the logistics of sending the cat back to the US are a bit daunting. Also, we’re worried about the idea of sending a 16 year old cat, who could very well die of old age in the next couple of years, to a man who lost his wife just this spring.
I just posted a note to the company electronic bulletin board looking for new people for him, and I’m finding myself unexpectedly sniffly.