I was listening to someone at work describe her recent vacation. She spent a week on the beach. She explained she sat on the beach, then got in the water, then got out of the water. Re-applied sunscreen. Got a drink. When she dried off from the sun she got back in the water again. She didn't go to any museums. No fine dining. No sightseeing.
We resolved that she's a busy Mom and she never gets a chance to just relax, while I spend every weekend relaxing. I get out of bed, then spend a few hours in the guest bed, then I move to the couch, then I get a drink. It seems silly to do that somewhere else, so on vacation we visit museums. Gary argues that our house is pretty much like a tiny hotel, with the cable hookup and the cappuccino maker, so why go elsewhere to relax? Palm trees? Bears? Exotic wildlife?
The universe heard him and is now sending wildlife to our house. (No, not bears. )
We were leaving to get breakfast. We'd driven as far as the corner. I was talking.
"We can go to the Barnes and Noble after breakfast and - THAT is a DUCK."
Actually two ducks. Ducks jaywalking. I got out of the car and paparazzied those ducks.
They were heading toward a neighbor's. He came out of his garage. I asked if those were his ducks.
"Nope.They've been wandering the neighborhood all morning."
I headed back to the car. Gary claimed the ducks were the same ones he'd seen outside the Starbucks last weekend. He'd mentioned it then because it was unusual. There's no duck pond nearby. I thought, "Man thinks he has stalker ducks," and said nothing.
When we drove off the ducks were headed to our house.
Sadly, the ducks were gone when we returned. I'm hoping they have been caught on camera heading for the nut feeder.
I'm sure tomorrow we'll wake up and a scenic mountain / waterfall / volcano will have moved to our back yard.