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January 5, 2005
Walkies
Tonight Rosie and I walked almost all the way up the hill, and it was late and I was thinking it was getting on doggie dinner time, and I said, "Let's go home."
Rosie said, "No, let's walk the rest of the way up the hill and see what's there."
And I said, "But we know it's going to be more of the same."
"But let's just see what's up there. Let's go all the way up. Let's go all the way up and then go on still more, until we're tired and fall asleep, then we wake up and go some more."
So we walked all the way to the top and sniffed every bush in the cul de sac, and then we turned around and walked back home for dinner.
And I thought that in many ways, Rosie is a better architecture student than I am.
Posted by ayse on 01/05/05 at 7:36 PM