The Best Laid Plans
In Memory of Jamie The weekend didn't turn out exactly as expected, but a weekend's still better than, well, weekdays, so I'll take it. I had planned to take the kid to an art festival on Saturday, but the weather was too iffy. It was a lakefront affair and I knew the wind would make the festival seem significantly less festive. So, I went with Plan B. I had some free passes to a jumpity-jump place, so I called A's friend and as luck would have it, she was free. So, I took both girls out to lunch and then to the inflatables place. I'm not used to having two six-year-olds in my back seat, that's for sure. Also, who was it that coined that saying about "sugar and spice?" Those two burped and farted their way all through lunch. On Saturday evening, I drove to my friend Kathy's house. Her Boxer died a few days ago. I pulled Jamie out of a shelter in 2000. She was around two years of age then. Jamie was the unofficial canine matriarch of o