Do you really wanna know?

Oops, I let almost two months slip by without posting. Plenty has happened but I don't have time to tell you about it all now, except this one little thing.

Do you wanna know what happened at work today? Really?

One of my students POOPED on the floor. On purpose. Yeah.

Mr. Beaver

Today I met one of my neighbors from down the road. I had seen his house and heard about his habits, but we had never met face to furry face until this morning.

He was out for an early morning swim and I was walking my dogs. I was amazed that such a chubby guy could move so gracefully in the water.

Truth be told, I think he was in trouble with Mrs. Beaver. He kept doing figure eights in the water, coming nearer and nearer to his front door. Then just when I thought he was about to go inside he would do and elaborate flip, twirl move and end up back in the middle of the pond.

It's my guess he was out gallivanting all night and was afraid to return home to face a wrathful wife. In an effort to improve his disheveled out-all-night appearance he twice waddled up the bank and tried to comb out his whiskers and smooth his fur. Alas, he never worked up the courage while I was there.

Although he tolerated me very reasonably from where I sat on the grass to watch his progress, he didn't appreciate Hazel's attempt at friendship. At least I think that's what he was saying when he would hiss and slap his tail at her as she chased him around the pond for all of 15 minutes.

We do have a few things in common, this neighbor and I. We both love to swim, we enjoy the quiet of the early morning near the pond and we both possess extra large front teeth. Here's to many more early morning meetings, Mr. Beaver. Keep up the good work!

The Big Parade

Today I had one of those surreal experiences that typically only happens in dreams or movies. I was walking my dogs down Mass Ave, glancing to the side to catch the tail end of two street performers juggling fire and all of a sudden I found myself in the middle of a parade! It wasn't a real parade exactly, it was a radical-indie-punk marching band decked out from head to heel in green and black and sequence heading back to their giant green veggie-fueled bus. As we (Me, my dogs and 30-odd traveling musicians) waited for the crossing signal, the band started to play something between a funeral dirge and a zydeco melody.

For the next block and a half I walked between a trumpet and and a trombone and thought about how much fun it would be to have an orchestra follow me everywhere. The whole encounter kind of felt like the scene from the movie Enchanted when Giselle and Robert are in the park and everyone joins in singing. Only it was these people...

Very Surreal.