Robb has been needing a haircut. On Monday, we made plans for him to take the bus into Berkeley, get his hair cut, and meet me when I got off work from the theater.
Public transportation had other plans, however. While he was standing at the bus stop, not one, but two, buses drove past Robb without stopping. Robb manages to keep his sense of humor about this sort of thing, and gleefully recounted how he got to do his "best old man act: hobbling after the bus, and waving my cane angrily in the air."
I was chatting with some friends tonight, and told them that I was going to have to leave to the conversation because I had promised to give Robb a haircut, and needed to go find the perfect bowl.
Kelli immediately replied, "Nuuu not the bowl!!! Get up and RUN Robb!!!!
And I thought, if only it were that simple? What if proper motivation was all that was holding Robb back from being able to run?
(With all the cat hair that gets produced at this house, I have long been threatening to get a Flowbee for Niobe.)