One Sunday afternoon every month they close off our main thoroughfare downtown and open it up to foot traffic only. There's live music, arts and crafts booths and that kind of thing. We go every once in a while and we went on Sunday. It was the weirdest thing, one of the the first people we saw when we got there was the guy who was sitting right in front of us the night before at the football game. We'd never seen the guy before Saturday, and there he was, twice in the same 24 hour period. Small world
The other night, Angel #4 saved a little bird from the literal jaws of death - or the jaws of AK-47, WE's cat, which is as close to the jaws of death as a bird can get. She put the bird (she named it Mini-Spike) into a plastic crate then we ate supper. After supper, we noticed that the crate was empty and we couldn't find Mini-Spike at all. Later in the evening, Angel #1 spied him perched on the edge of a picture frame and he was put back into the crate. She put a board over the top of the crate so Mini-Spike couldn't escape again and went to bed. The next morning, Mouschie, Angel #2's cat, found Mini-Spike and had a mini-breakfast. All that was left of M-S was a pile of feathers, which #2 vacuumed up, obviously feeling guilty about her carnivorous cat. I guess Mini-Spikes rescue from the jaws of death was entirely shortlived. Talk about from the frying pan into the fire.
We live on a narrow, twisty mountain road. In some spots, you drive within a few feet of solid rock. The county (or someone) is trying to widen the road out in places and today they decided to do a spot by our driveway. So, all day today, there was a big dump truck sitting in the driveway next to a big excavator looking thing with a big jack hammer in the front. I got to listen to the rat-tat-tat of the jack hammer breaking up solid lava rock all day today. They keep working their way down the road, so tomorrow I imagine they'll be a little further down rat-tat-tatting again. It doesn't make for a peaceful day.