Trips

Peter is on a trip this weekend with his class. I asked him where they were going, and he couldn’t get more specific than “West Virginia.” He was upset that he wasn’t allowed to bring his own gear, because he has some nice stuff. I explained to him that not everyone has their own gear, and the people in charge of the trip have to make sure that everyone has the same good quality gear — that this is the easiest way to make sure of that.

So he is gone, and his cat is sacked out on my bed. I keep looking for him around the house, positive he’s here somewhere. This is not my usual attitude.