Harriet and I visited my family over Easter. To be truthful, I’d forgotten it was Easter weekend. My main purpose in visiting was to pick up an oak table. It was one my mom grew up with, then my brothers and I, so when it looked like it might be my turn to snag it, I jumped at the chance. The finish needs some work, but it’s a really nice size and has a lot of sentimental value.
Anyway, while we were moving the table out to the car, I shut Harriet in the downstairs bedroom. She’s good about honoring open doors and gates, but with all the chaos, I wanted to be on the safe side. One of the cold air exchanges for the furnace is in that room, so there is a cut out on the bottom of the door, to allow for air circulation. Harriet took advantage of the opening to keep an eye on the to-ing and fro-ing. I think she was hoping she could stuff her whole head and body through the gap, but she hasn’t perfected the art of bending space. Yet.
red paper boat 