Dear David,
Friday was a beautiful day for flying — warm and sunny and the skies were clear. The kind of day where we’d race to Cherry Ridge to pick up the Tri-Pacer, and you’d laugh at me for hesitating along the drive past the horse farms because I’d want to take a few photos along the way, muttering “oh phooey, I’ll stop next time” because winter days are too short for photo op delays. You knew how much I loved to fly and would never refuse a trip when you wanted to go up.
It was one of those gorgeous winter days, ripe for a flight. But we didn’t fly today. I only thought about it.
I let Hugh out to enjoy the sunshine, and he took his usual route of circling the house umpteen times and sniffing the hedges. I always supervise him and don’t permit Bailey the neighbour cat to go near him, lest they get into a fight. From what I can see, Hugh isn’t interested in Bailey, anyway, he cowers in the bushes the whole time. You’d be glad to know he comes when I call him now, I don’t have to lure him with treats anymore. (more…)