Today was chock-a-block full of grown up things to do – your standard worky work things and then a grown up meeting full of financial reports and projected assets and policies and procedures. There were motions and questions called, and mandatory polices of cats on leashes. CRAZY. Let me tell you, I was very happy to come home and look at pictures of cows on a sunny day.
The highlight of my day, though, was when I was walking home from the bus stop. The sun was shining, the leaves are turning, the temperature was perfect. I decided to cut through the little park between the Wave Pool and the Safeway. That little park is called The Grove and some locals have taken to decorating the trees and painting some picnic tables. And it has a big REZONING sign on it now. I think it will be an addition to the rec centre. But for now, it’s a park.
As I walked toward the park, there was a lady pushing a baby carriage, and further in the park, I could see two young guys chatting and holding up their phones. I then noticed that they were both holding up their shirts and taking selfies, side by side. I guess they were taking photos of their six packs?
But they couldn’t have been more than 13 years old and were lucky if they each weighed 98 pounds soaking wet. Once I put this all together, I realized I should not even be looking at this photo shoot. At the same time, they noticed me looking, started laughing and pulled their shirts up again for more photos.
Somehow I gave the best grown up response I could muster. I smiled uncomfortably, looked straight ahead and kept walking.
Worky work, rezoning, tween-agers taking selfies with no shirts on, making it mandatory to put cats on leashes?
It’s been a banner day.