Logbook Entry : 00014
November 27th, 2008
Today was the first time I had to experience Thanksgiving without my Mom. It was a day I hadn't looked forward to, but knew it was going to come either way. Sitting around the house watching the parade on the television, just Yorick and I. But then the doorbell rang. I went to go see who it was. A kid down the street from me came over and was wondering if I wanted to go out today. His name was Wally. He had heard about what had happened to my Mom and thought he would come over to see how I was. I did tell him I was thinking of staying in all day, but he thought it would be a better idea to get out and go for a walk. That was a good idea. I'm glad he came over.
So to help ease some of the pain I will surely feel later, I wanted to go out and do some letterboxing. Wally didn't know anything of letterboxing so I had to let him know what it was. Unfortunately, Wally is allergic to cats so Yorick had to stay home while we were out. Yorick didn't like that much, but he would be fine I'm sure.
So Wally and I went out to search for a box in Northfield. It was located at a replica of Rome's Arch of Titus. It was erect by a Charles Tilton as a tribute to the memory and appreciation of his ancestors. He had hoped that both the towns of Northfield and Tilton would become one, making a greater Tilton, but neither town became the other. Anyway, we both searched for the box there, but couldn't find it. Wally didn't really understand what we were looking for. He would probably better understand letterboxing if we found a box first. But we didn't. We did however find a box on the other side of the river in Tilton. Wally liked what he found.
Wally had said that he really had a fun time and wish he could stay out longer, but he was going to have to head home for Thanksgiving dinner. He wanted to invite me over, but I thought I should go home and stay with Yorick. I didn't want him to spend this day of all days, alone. So we headed back to my house and Wally went home too. When I got inside, I called for Yorick. He didn't come. I called for him again. He didn't come. Hmmmm, where could Yorick be?
2 comments:
Yorick, where are you?
Brilliant photo.
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