Good Old Family Dinner
Unlike at home where Merlin wakes me up at 4 a.m. for his breakfast, I awoke before he did on Day 2 in El Cajon. I uncurled myself, remembered where I put his food since I’ve been moving everything from place to place it seems. He ate and I again pondered how to get my travel coffee maker elevated enough to reach the ceiling outlet without repeating yesterday’s discovery. I’d used the Ryobi charger to give the coffee maker a lift yesterday but saw quickly enough that the latter, in the course of doing what it is so highly prized for doing – making coffee – was dripping liquids into the charger element. “That can’t be good,” I sagely surmised. I was still pondering the power hook-up problem when I heard the customary clang of his bowl being kicked over to signal the time had come for some palate-cleansing Charlee Bears. His bowl, of course! Inverted, it was the perfect boost to my minor logistical problem and thus I began my day properly. Also, I was both relieved and shoc...