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My feet go pad-pad-pad on the grass and slappity-slappity on the sidewalk.
When I was downtown for breakfast I saw a mama-mallard chillin' with the people outside of starbucks. She talked a bit then waddled across the street to sylvester park. I watched for traffic, but she picked a good time to cross. About 15 minutes later she apparently remembered she could fly, and took off towards the lake.
On the walk home, I met a very friendly orange kitty who climbed into my lap and used his paws like hands to grab my hand and pull it close enough to lick. The cuteness overwhelms.
Now I must learn some new contra tunes, because I'm playing for a dance this evening, with people I've never met/played with before. It should be entertaining, at least!
Also, saw pirates last night. Mmmmm...psychotic Johnny Depp. I would jump Jack Sparrow, but only if I was armed with breath mints.
Lots of them.
When I was downtown for breakfast I saw a mama-mallard chillin' with the people outside of starbucks. She talked a bit then waddled across the street to sylvester park. I watched for traffic, but she picked a good time to cross. About 15 minutes later she apparently remembered she could fly, and took off towards the lake.
On the walk home, I met a very friendly orange kitty who climbed into my lap and used his paws like hands to grab my hand and pull it close enough to lick. The cuteness overwhelms.
Now I must learn some new contra tunes, because I'm playing for a dance this evening, with people I've never met/played with before. It should be entertaining, at least!
Also, saw pirates last night. Mmmmm...psychotic Johnny Depp. I would jump Jack Sparrow, but only if I was armed with breath mints.
Lots of them.
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Date: 2007-06-03 03:40 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-06-04 04:44 am (UTC)From:Just now, as I was cleaning up gardening-things from the front lawn, I saw a long-haired cat who'd never deigned to let me pet it before. This time it liked scritches, and was waiting at my door when I came back from putting things away. Naturally it came in and scoped out the living room for awhile, being company. Then I had to put it out (landlord doesn't allow pets, so I just have to settle for occasional visitors - 'oh, no, I couldn't stop it!').
I'm calling it decaf, because it's the color of drip coffee but left me feeling fuzzy (long hair. shedding).