Every month, Mom packs me in my bag and we all go off to Grandma’s psychiatry appointment. Now, I don’t mind traveling. In fact, I love seeing new places. But this is not a new place. It’s the same thing every time. We take a bus, then a train and then another bus. Then we sit in the waiting room for Grandma to finish her appointment and then we go home. Same sequence. Bus, train, bus. Sometimes, we go to the Walmart down the street, like today. That didn’t make things any better though. Mom was cranky all day. It started this morning when I refused to dress up in one of my poofy dresses. I didn’t want to and, no, I’m not sorry. Mom was tired to begin with and she didn’t even get to eat before we left. When we got to the hospital, we went across the street to the hospital proper and ate in the cafeteria. That wasn’t so bad. When we got to the commons building, we sat down as per usual and waited. Mom took a few photos, but not many. She fell asleep on the chair and Grandma had to wake her up. The only bright spot was that Mom got a set of steel crochet hooks at Walmart as well as a skein of yarn. Then we went home. I suppose the day wasn’t so bad, just long and boring. Now that I’m done ranting, I guess I’ll post the one picture I like from today.