Laundry shaped like a dog
With my impending move to New York City I’m down to final packing and preparations in Seattle. Part of the greater process (spreadsheet- and custom-calendar-documented, of course) included my last Seattle-to-Utah road trip to deliver my car, some stuff and my dog to my parents’ home. My Dad kindly volunteered to buy my beloved car for safe-keeping as well as drive some stuff—and my dog—out to New York in a few weeks.
So I find myself in Seattle and my dog enjoying the retiree, snowy mountain-side lifestyle in Utah.
Today Mom sent word that my dog continues to visit ‘my’ room in my parents’ house, looking for me. And I talked to a lump of laundry on my bed twice last night, mistaking it in my peripheral vision as a snoozing mutt. Old habits die hard. I’m curious to see what new ones shape up after relocating.
