I am laying on the bed, writing, with my coffee perched precariously next to me. I'm thinking that I need to get a move on, it's after 10am already, and the kids are fed...but I need a shower and to get ready because we are supposed to being heading to the beach with Becca soon.
However, the shower stays hot for about 35 seconds, and I need at LEAST 60-ish! I guess it is a good wake up, all the cool (er, COLD) water slapping me in the face. Mmm, Good Morning World!
I MUCH prefer my lovely warm cup of coffee, thank you very much.
I wanted to write about the cowbell before I forgot about it, which is why I am on the computer instead of grooming myself.
So, last night I stuck Tam in her pack, and Becca and I headed out for a few hours of late night roaming. It was a nice warm night with a bit of a breeze and so we ended up quite a ways aways and then slowly made our way back...stopping for drinks along the way. We met nice people, had some good conversations...all with Tamra Rose asleep on my back. It is awesome, no one looks shocked that you are leaning on a outdoor bar counter having an adult beverage with a sleeping toddler strapped on your body. :) Good time people, good freaking times! :)
On the walk home all of the sudden, behind us came an extremely loud clanging noise. And I mean LOUD. Becca and I stepped out of the way ( we were startled to say the least) and a man with a very large COWBELL came striding by. He was swinging that thing like a crazy person, and then I remembered having read someplace that there is an actual job where someone rings a bell through the streets here to let everyone know it's last call for garbage pick up. LAST CALL folks!! Get your garbage on the curb!!! Last call until tomorrow night anyway!
So, in addition to the truck with the five gallons of water, the truck that plays loud music to tell you that he is on the street with propane & other various others selling interesting things...we have The Man With The Cowbell.
Very cool.
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