Amber & Hallwalks

Even though Jesse Burgers are no more, there are lots of great things about living in what some Southern friends call "Canada," although I prefer to think of it as just "upstate Manhattan."  Namely, rents are what passes for reasonable, I have THREE closets (one just for coats), and there are amazing Dominican pastries.  But, one big downside is how long it takes to get anywhere thanks to the wholly unpredictable A train.  Of course, a little known fact is that about five minutes is added on to every commute for hallwalks.

Tiggy has passed the mantle of hallwalks on to her baby brother, and no departure from the house can be accomplished without first allowing Ginger to rub his face on every available surface on the stairs between our apartment and the roof.

He makes a mad dash up to the top of the steps to sniff the door to the roof, eat any dead spiders or flies he can find, and rub his cheek and tail on every available surface.

And then he plops down and plays "Vertigo Lookout" from the very highest point.

That usually lasts for a few minutes and then he decides he has had enough excitement and makes his "squee" noise and runs down the steps and back into the safety of our home.

Usually, Pickles and Tiggy are just inside the door, curious but happy to let Ginger explore on their behalf.  Woody is completely disinterested in hallwalks these days.  Sunshine is so much more enticing.

So, next time I come late to a function, just know that five of the tardy minutes were spent chaperoning important expeditions into the Great Unknown Hallway.  In Canada.