One night right after we moved, my boy was over at a friend's house, and just as the agreed upon hour of curfew approached, he texted me: sorry I'm late, I just saw a huge raccoon. It cracked me up, and was effective in earning him a pass for that late arrival.
In seemingly unrelated news, on a recent and rare solo Sunday morning, I took a spin in the neighborhood with a newly procured and imminently fabulous pink bike.
|pink bike, yellow house|
Anyway! It's so pretty! Look:
|It's literally the exact same spot that Beth photographed!|
|whoa, nice lamppost!|
I thought I at least got a pink handlebar in there or something. Nope! I loved it just as much as Beth knew I would, it's so pretty and sparkly and cool down there by the water, and to be able to get there from home under only the power (as it were) of my own legs made it even sweeter.
My time was short, so I had to turn back before I'd had my fill of nature's spectacles, but as I hurried home I really had no choice but to yield when the elephant passed through the parking lot.
It's hard to know how to react when an elephant walks by, ya know? I'm pretty sure I did an elmer fudd-esque flabbergasted head shake then slowly continued on my way for a minute before admitting to myself and to fellow confused bystanders that this was not in fact normal.
I love this town.