Last weekend we had a visit from Will Cavanagh, another of Mike’s college pals. Will (known to some as “the Schmaugh,”
for reasons not readily apparent to me) is a big-time tax attorney in the Big Apple, I overheard Mike tell someone. (As if I can trust anything Mike said, because he also said Will was a brother of Juneau George, who I met a few weeks ago, and that both of them were his brothers, too. I just don’t get it. There’s no family resemblance that I can see.)
Anyway, Mike and I picked up Will at the airport and took him on one of Mike’s All-Around Seattle Grand Tours. I had a lot of fun, even though I was forced to sit in the back seat (and tied to a seat belt, no less). Since it’s Seattle in November, it was raining on and off all afternoon, but Mike stopped the car a few times anyway so we could get out of the car and check out a view for Will. At Volunteer Park, I climbed all the way to the top of the water tower and all the way back down. I wish we would go to that park more often, in fact, since I was energized by its significant squirrel population. We stopped at Gas Works Park on Lake Union, too, but there were no squirrels, just a lot of goose poop, and the wind was pretty nasty up on the hill overlooking the lake. Wisely, we retreated.
The skies cleared up on Saturday morning, and right after breakfast Heather, Mike and I walked with Will all the way down to the West Point lighthouse and back . Then Penny and company came over for a football game that didn’t go very well for us. There were many derisive comments, and everybody but Will left early. I guess he really had no where else to go, or he would have.
It was fun hanging out with Will for a few days, but when Mike took him to the airport early on Sunday morning, I had no interest in tagging along. Instead, I jumped up into the sack with Heather, snuggled into a fleece blanket and napped there well past Mike’s return. It was a perfect antidote to Will’s whirlwind stay.