Baxter is displeased at the change of seasons. After Connor gets on the bus in the morning, I now spend some time before work in the family room instead of the sunroom, since the sun is barely up and it’s pretty chilly out there. Some days, I open the sliding door just a crack to let Baxter decide for himself that 58F is too cold for sunroom time.
I’ve also been letting him smurgle my super-soft Pusheen hoodie once I log on for work, and that seems to satisfy him well enough.
Rather than trying to find things to do around my Mom’s place this summer, she suggested that the three of us — she and Connor and myself — go on a trip and see some nature. I suggested Hocking Hills, since it’s only a few hours’ drive, and I decided to take a chance on romance and book an Airbnb for the first time. The Chalets in Hocking Hills were more expensive than a hotel would have been, but having an A-frame to ourselves was totally worth it.
We visited Cedar Falls and Conkle’s Hollow, enjoyed some local restaurants, and did a lot of driving. More photos to come, but for now I’ll sum up the trip by saying that we’ve already decided that this needs to be an annual tradition from now on.
Yesterday morning, we got out and about much earlier than usual for a Saturday. We hadn’t been to the Ann Arbor Art Fairs in years, and we were itching to get out of town and do something different — or, at least, Aaron and I were. Connor was just along for the ride.
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Baxter was all about the morning sunshine yesterday. Can’t say I blame him.