Yesterday morning I dropped Henry off for x-rays on his leg. The house was quiet while he was gone, no barking and no nails clip clopping on the floor. Nala and I slept while he was gone. I was able to pick him up at 2:15. The vets told me they could find only some swelling in the soft tissue. She said he didn’t even limp while he was there. He was also tested for Lyme disease, but we won’t know until next week. Right now he seems to be comfortable and is sleeping on the couch. He is taking pain pills and is getting a spray for his infection.

When I was a kid, we did mostly day trips for vacation. Going away was rare as it was expensive, but we did have one memorable vacation, to Niagara Falls. We got to stay in motels for the first time. We ate in restaurants or at McDonald’s. While at the falls, we had some excursions. We dressed in those ugly yellow slickers and walked under the falls. That walk was a historical thing, a family thing, as my father had taken the same walk with his parents and his two sisters. They even dressed in the same sort of slicker. I remember laughing at getting sprayed by the water. It was exhilarating. My favorite memory is about my father and Madame Toussauds’ Wax Museum. He went up to the wax teller and told her 4 adults and two children. He was ignored so he told her a second time, much louder the second time. Two old ladies were sitting on a bench watching and laughing. When he realized the teller was wax, my father was totally embarrassed. I loved it. There was a chamber of horrors at that museum. It was wonderfully bloody and macabre. It was my favorite part, after my father of course.

We went home through New York staying one night on the shore of Lake Ontario. I walked to the lake shore and remember watching a tiny wave hit the shoreline. It just seemed so small, used as I was to the ocean, but I hadn’t expect to see even a small wave on the shore of a lake. My father decided to drive home through the night. My mother was not happy. The four of us slept the whole way home. I suspect my mother might have napped as well. We arrived home in the wee hours, my father exhausted and my mother grumpy.

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