pendraggin (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pendraggin) wrote,@ 2007-07-28 03:25:00 |
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Springfield Pet Shop: All our pets are flushable
Note to self: get outside more. If you find the right places, Delaware is not that bad. A visit to a state park earlier this week reminded me of evening walks back in Wisconsin. The air was thick - aka muggy - but not overly hot. There were meadows with skimming dragonflies, and the wooded edges had a decent number of birds. With all the Red-eyed Vireos, Gray Catbirds, Eastern Towhees, Acadian Flycatchers, and Indigo Buntings about, it was almost as if my feathered pals from Fort McCoy followed me home. No Cuckoos or Lark Sparrows though, blast and curses. We cannot have everything the ear desires. But I did have the thrill of hunting down an unfamiliar song and seeing a White-eyed Vireo.
After the walk we had a picnic and listened to an outdoor concert. As another Wisconsin throwback, it was a bluegrass group. I sang along to the tunes I knew and watched young humans dance wildly and run amok. I fear I am too old for such foolery, but I fought maturity long enough to climb some trees. From my vantage point I looked out at all the families enjoying music in a park on a warm summer night. It was so darn wholesome I could have choked on my apple pie... despite a noticeable paucity of pie.
No less wholesome, the Brother and I saw the Simpsons Movie tonight. After being a fan and follower of the 2D family for 18 of my 23 years of life, I tried to keep my expectations low. In truth, it was not a ground-breaking film, but it was funny. Damn funny. There was a plot and it held together and the gags flew faster than the Concord. The brother and I laughed pretty much throughout and left satisfied. I'm really glad that the two of us were in the same state for this event, since we've shared years of watching reruns, quizzing each other, and quoting the show at every opportunity. Once in a great while, things are as they should be.
Note to self: get outside more. If you find the right places, Delaware is not that bad. A visit to a state park earlier this week reminded me of evening walks back in Wisconsin. The air was thick - aka muggy - but not overly hot. There were meadows with skimming dragonflies, and the wooded edges had a decent number of birds. With all the Red-eyed Vireos, Gray Catbirds, Eastern Towhees, Acadian Flycatchers, and Indigo Buntings about, it was almost as if my feathered pals from Fort McCoy followed me home. No Cuckoos or Lark Sparrows though, blast and curses. We cannot have everything the ear desires. But I did have the thrill of hunting down an unfamiliar song and seeing a White-eyed Vireo.
After the walk we had a picnic and listened to an outdoor concert. As another Wisconsin throwback, it was a bluegrass group. I sang along to the tunes I knew and watched young humans dance wildly and run amok. I fear I am too old for such foolery, but I fought maturity long enough to climb some trees. From my vantage point I looked out at all the families enjoying music in a park on a warm summer night. It was so darn wholesome I could have choked on my apple pie... despite a noticeable paucity of pie.
No less wholesome, the Brother and I saw the Simpsons Movie tonight. After being a fan and follower of the 2D family for 18 of my 23 years of life, I tried to keep my expectations low. In truth, it was not a ground-breaking film, but it was funny. Damn funny. There was a plot and it held together and the gags flew faster than the Concord. The brother and I laughed pretty much throughout and left satisfied. I'm really glad that the two of us were in the same state for this event, since we've shared years of watching reruns, quizzing each other, and quoting the show at every opportunity. Once in a great while, things are as they should be.
