Sunday, September 26, 2010


Well there. D and I walked around the lake with our dogs, Gabe & Fluff. It was raining. We walked around the lake 4 times, or maybe 5, I lost track. They call it a lake, but I call it a puddle. There are ducks, impressive architecture, and beautiful landscaping. Gabe levitated, tore around the path like a torpedo, and launched himself into the lake. He found a landlocked flock of ducks and scattered them, just like the 3 year-old boy I saw yesterday at Range Pond, chasing seagulls, screaming into the wind.