Friday dawned with the last of bunny_hugger's scheduled physical therapy appointments.
It would be her last for the foreseeable future, too, as they concluded she was in good enough shape not to need more. Some of this was physical therapy, surely; some of it was probably that weeks with me give us both the chance to do a greater variety of things, and more physical things, than usual --- no days spent typing away in an office chair here. And some of this may be just that we're both much happier around each other, and being happy tends to make everything feel better.
We had simple plans for the day. Her parents wanted to see us again and have us for dinner, over at their home. It's a bit of a drive, not too bad of one, and I managed to not spill any over-foaming sodas on the way down.
Her parents have a pair of dogs, quite large ones, rather elderly ones with a host of medical problems. They're also fairly excitable and my presence worries them. The dogs have seen me only the one time before and aren't too sure what to make of me, so they made of me the chance to bark. And they reinforced one another, I suppose each figuring if the other was barking it was something worth barking about. bunny_hugger's parents kept reassuring me it was all right and they were safe, trying to keep me calm, but I didn't have any doubts about that. I knew I was safe; I was just worried about driving the dogs crazy. That length of barking can't be good for their nerves.
I was able to start petting one, and with a bit of this she first calmed down and then came to be pretty happy with my existence. With the one dog calmed down, the other lay down just outside the living room, with one eye pointing my direction, and she stopped barking as long as I didn't do something suspicious like stand up or lean forward. It's some progress at least.
Dinner was at a Mexican restaurant, and I thought at first it would be the one we ate at last time, tucked into the downtown strip of town. Actually this was another one, in a strip mall, and more spacious. This didn't mean they were short on quesadillas, naturally, and we had a good meal.
We went afterwards for ice cream at a stand that I believe we tried to visit last time only to find it closed. This time worked out better; it's a lovely circa-1960 design ice cream stand and I was satisfied with the sundae-ish thing I got. Unfortunately they apparently got bunny_hugger's father's order wrong --- I'm not sure exactly how --- and I gather this is a chronic problem going there, raising the question of why he does go there consistently. Of course I may just be easy to satisfy, too.
Returning to her parents' home we found both dogs were newly alarmed by my existence, but I was able to calm the one down again and the other just kept a wary distance. I suppose that's the best we could hope for.
While talking over plans bunny_hugger mentioned hoping to go to the Lansing Arts Festival on Sunday, which seemed optimistic to me --- we'd have to wake up, of course, but then we'd also need to get to the airport by about 3:00 for my flight. We could easily do a small event, but a fair seemed like more than might fit in those few hours. It turned out she had gotten confused about when I was flying out, thinking it would be Monday, and when we realized this --- well, we hadn't lost a day, not really, but it had all the feeling of losing a day we might have spent together.
Back home, we watched Oliver and Company (unless I did slip the day in my memory and this was Saturday instead), which was not properly the last of the Disney Animated Movie era of the post-Walt generation, where all the films are about cute animals saving orphans from mean rich people, or even the last to use xerography, but which feels like the end of that era. bunny_hugger really likes the songs, and if the story doesn't quite successfully adapt Oliver Twist to its funny-animals setting it does come close. It wasn't until she pointed it out that I realized all the songs were in the first half, but then, it's that way in The Wizard of Oz too.
Trivia: About $5,600,000 was invested in Rhode Island's cotton manufacturing industry in 1832, over triple what was invested in maritime commerce. Source: Rhode Island: A History, William G McLoughlin.
Currently Reading: Baseball In The Garden Of Eden: The Secret History Of The Early Game, John Thorn. It's a little pedantic but it's covering a subject and period that's mostly unquestioned myth and legend built atop rumor, so a little pedantry is necessary.