The woman and I had the usual suspects over for grilling out last night. Phillip and Courtney rolled up on Phillip’s new motorcycle as we started the coals. After I was cajoled into it, he gave me a ride around the block on it, which is probably the closest I’ll ever get to driving a motorcycle.
We had hamburgers and beer and sat around outside with the cool breeze blowing on us as it became night. After Phillip and Courtney left, Sab, J, and I went and picked up a bike for her. I enjoyed watching her ride it around in the dark. It reminded me of being a kid again.
After awhile, I sat down in the driveway across the way where I could keep an eye on Sarah’s cat food in case the raccoons came back. I had my BB gun ready for them and sat there waiting for what seemed like a long time, listening to the night sounds. I thought I heard them a couple times chattering, but they never showed. I would’ve liked to have put a couple BB’s in them. They’re so impertinent and bold. I think that’s what annoys me most about them.
Now that’s a peculiarly backcountry image of you: sitting on your driveway, silently in wait for marauding racoons.
Impudent and bold? Mwahahaha!
I was barefoot too.