Last night was a beautiful one. The power serendipitously went out in our cul-de-sac, and Beefcake, Ryder, Freakishly tall husband and I went outside to check things out. All of the cacophanous sounds of daily life had disappeared, with only the sounds of crickets chirping remaining, and the full moon as our only source of light.
We spent the next hour outside with our neighbors, chatting about secret meth labs and halo 3. We watched Ryder run after the neighborhood dog, both of them chasing each other's shadows.
There's something nice about the power being out. You actually talk to people, and you get to know them better than you ever thought you would. Camping, anyone?
There's something nice about the power being out. You actually talk to people, and you get to know them better than you ever thought you would. Camping, anyone?
Of course, it's all fun and games when your son hits the pavement with his face.
2 comments:
awww....
awwww, poor Ryder...
On a side note, I'd totally be down for a camping trip.
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