Luky's Pre-Travel Angst
Luky is tired today. He has good reason. At least I know it's good reason - most humans might not think so.
First, we did a sleepover last night at Kiki's. She has urgent family business near D.C. and had to catch a flight today. She needed Luky and me (his official chronicler) to come over and help get her house ready for her absence, as well as help her pack and prepare for the tasks of the week ahead.
Well, Luky is an excellent driver - better than Raymond, and better even than Raymond's younger brother, Charlie . . . though restricted to the loft parking lot and occasionally on the freeway when there are few other drivers (his night vision is significantly better than mine and gives me a chance to nap on long trips).
Okay, please forgive the useless reference to the 1988 Dustin Hoffman / Tom Cruise movie, "Rainman," but Luky regularly uses that line while arguing for his being permitted to apply for a Georgia driver's license. The point I intended to make above was that while traveling (particularly by car) and sleeping in other beds (or on other floors) are not exhausting activities, Luky is wiped out by his own psychological hang-up. Anytime any of his somewhat extended human family (me; Kiki; Kiki's son, "The Prince of Avondale," and others) schedule a trip - even within the greater metro area, but especially via planes, trains and (well, you know what I mean), Luky gets all anxious about his environment. He starts cleaning parts of the loft we haven't looked at in months. He wants to plan parties we aren't even sure we want to host. He pulls out his holiday mailing list and starts preparing his message for Independence Day, Halloween, Christmas, and clearly the most important, October 4th - the Feast Day of St. Francis of Assisi, who died on October 3rd in 1226 (St. Francis being, of course, the patron saint of animals and the environment - http://members.aol.com/JAMIETAMPA/Francis/index2.html).
Anyway, Luky was moving furniture, sweeping, reviewing inbox contents, doing laundry and running around Kiki's house as if it were vital to quickly accomplish tasks he had successfully ignored for weeks . . . and all because Kiki was leaving for a few days. That's what happened yesterday and now he's spread across the floor like a bear rug with a heartbeat. I tried to get him out for a walk and he wouldn't even respond to the sound of the front door, or his leash. I know I can rouse him if I shuffle the contents of the biscuit bowl, but I have to admit he was working real hard. And hey, I've got control of the remote!
First, we did a sleepover last night at Kiki's. She has urgent family business near D.C. and had to catch a flight today. She needed Luky and me (his official chronicler) to come over and help get her house ready for her absence, as well as help her pack and prepare for the tasks of the week ahead.
Well, Luky is an excellent driver - better than Raymond, and better even than Raymond's younger brother, Charlie . . . though restricted to the loft parking lot and occasionally on the freeway when there are few other drivers (his night vision is significantly better than mine and gives me a chance to nap on long trips).
Okay, please forgive the useless reference to the 1988 Dustin Hoffman / Tom Cruise movie, "Rainman," but Luky regularly uses that line while arguing for his being permitted to apply for a Georgia driver's license. The point I intended to make above was that while traveling (particularly by car) and sleeping in other beds (or on other floors) are not exhausting activities, Luky is wiped out by his own psychological hang-up. Anytime any of his somewhat extended human family (me; Kiki; Kiki's son, "The Prince of Avondale," and others) schedule a trip - even within the greater metro area, but especially via planes, trains and (well, you know what I mean), Luky gets all anxious about his environment. He starts cleaning parts of the loft we haven't looked at in months. He wants to plan parties we aren't even sure we want to host. He pulls out his holiday mailing list and starts preparing his message for Independence Day, Halloween, Christmas, and clearly the most important, October 4th - the Feast Day of St. Francis of Assisi, who died on October 3rd in 1226 (St. Francis being, of course, the patron saint of animals and the environment - http://members.aol.com/JAMIETAMPA/Francis/index2.html).
Anyway, Luky was moving furniture, sweeping, reviewing inbox contents, doing laundry and running around Kiki's house as if it were vital to quickly accomplish tasks he had successfully ignored for weeks . . . and all because Kiki was leaving for a few days. That's what happened yesterday and now he's spread across the floor like a bear rug with a heartbeat. I tried to get him out for a walk and he wouldn't even respond to the sound of the front door, or his leash. I know I can rouse him if I shuffle the contents of the biscuit bowl, but I have to admit he was working real hard. And hey, I've got control of the remote!
posted by RAM at 2:16 PM
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