So, I was telling my friend about my neighbor. He has French speaking squirrels in his
yard. Instead of peanuts, he feeds them
Brie and a little saucer of red wine. I
have only complained to him once, and that was when the breeze was blowing
their foreign cigarette smoke my way. It
smelled terrible.
Two weeks ago, Thursday, a hot-air balloon made an emergency
landing on our street. Here’s the thing…
the pilot and his one paying passenger were not in the basket. They had jumped out two streets over and had
been chasing it on foot. Each one
thought the other was tying it down and neither did, so it lifted off again.
Not sure why it came down here, but I snapped a few
pictures. Then the local paper wanted me
to give them one of the pictures for an article they were going to print, but
the pilot gave me $20.00 for the pics, so he’s the one who ended up with
them. He said, it would be bad
advertising for his business to show such an embarrassing event. I had to agree, and without the pictures,
the paper lost interest in running the article.
The following day, I took the 20 bucks to the new sandwich shop
in town. I bought a reuben and a
cranberry salad. They were boasting
about their great sandwich. As it turns
out, it was just more hot air. It was
not good at all. I doubt I’ll go back
there.
And with that, you’re up to date. Be sure to leave a comment and visit again
when you can.
ZC
1 comment:
Yesterday Bill and I watched a cat across the street that was just sitting and watching 2 squirrels run around right in front of him. He didn't chase them, and they looked like young squirrels just searching for peanuts that our neighbor puts out for them. It was amazing that he just sat still, swishing his tail from side to side. Perhaps they were speaking French??
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