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azurelunatic) wrote2015-07-07 11:41 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2015-07-07 11:41 pm
Things that go hump; things that go boom
So I had some very specific plans for the 4th:
* Appropriate snacks
* Beach presence
* Things that go boom
I ventured forth and got the fruit before everything closed, but found myself a little reluctant to leave as early as I'd planned. Eventually, around 7:30, I wandered out with my little green wagon. As an afterthought, I tossed in a blanket, since I thought it might get windy or chilly. This was a great idea.
I saw some people in the little area off apartment complex property near the beach access, but I decided to wander further down. Eventually I wound up near the post office. I tried lighting my candle-in-a-jar with the big bbq lighter, but it was so windy it kept blowing out.
There were already people lighting things off, despite the lack of darkness. The people across the road finished up their thing and helped me light my candle. (Later, it blew out.) They left some sparklers with me and headed off.
I saw some large German Shepherds trotting around, with no human in sight. They trotted across the road. In the middle of the road, the skinny one started humping the chubby one. They came up against the beach fence and kept milling around and humping. Then they came up to me. I was not thrilled about the idea of other people thinking that I was these monsters' person. I got up and backed off. They followed me, crowding up against me and whacking into my wagon (the candle was out) and if I'd been slightly less steady on my feet, they'd have knocked me over. (They, amazingly, did not jump up on me.)
Someone pulled up in a minivan. She opened her door. The dogs pelted across the road. "Those your dogs?" I called.
"NO!!" she said, and as the dogs swarmed the van, slammed the door shut. The dogs kept humping each other right by the van. She drove away, as they showed no sign of leaving her alone. At that point I called the non-emergency number. The dogs trotted off in the direction of the Safeway parking lot.
A police car pulled throuh. The area was sort of humming with various forms of law enforcement. In the gathering dusk I saw an open back door, two furry shapes with long tails, and the back door being closed. Later, the animal control truck pulled up.
I'd picked a great spot for fireworks. I lost count of the number of groups who found a parking spot, let off their fireworks, then headed off. I could see down the coast a ways, and then the illicit displays up on the hill in the gap between buildings.
The low murmur of podcasts in my ear kept me company. I wrapped up in a blanket burrito and nibbled blueberries.
At length I was tired of trying to light sparklers, and the fireworks had diminished. I packed it all up and wandered back, pausing briefly by the group who had been spinning fire earlier.
Sunday, I stayed in. The dogs had been microchipped.
* Appropriate snacks
* Beach presence
* Things that go boom
I ventured forth and got the fruit before everything closed, but found myself a little reluctant to leave as early as I'd planned. Eventually, around 7:30, I wandered out with my little green wagon. As an afterthought, I tossed in a blanket, since I thought it might get windy or chilly. This was a great idea.
I saw some people in the little area off apartment complex property near the beach access, but I decided to wander further down. Eventually I wound up near the post office. I tried lighting my candle-in-a-jar with the big bbq lighter, but it was so windy it kept blowing out.
There were already people lighting things off, despite the lack of darkness. The people across the road finished up their thing and helped me light my candle. (Later, it blew out.) They left some sparklers with me and headed off.
I saw some large German Shepherds trotting around, with no human in sight. They trotted across the road. In the middle of the road, the skinny one started humping the chubby one. They came up against the beach fence and kept milling around and humping. Then they came up to me. I was not thrilled about the idea of other people thinking that I was these monsters' person. I got up and backed off. They followed me, crowding up against me and whacking into my wagon (the candle was out) and if I'd been slightly less steady on my feet, they'd have knocked me over. (They, amazingly, did not jump up on me.)
Someone pulled up in a minivan. She opened her door. The dogs pelted across the road. "Those your dogs?" I called.
"NO!!" she said, and as the dogs swarmed the van, slammed the door shut. The dogs kept humping each other right by the van. She drove away, as they showed no sign of leaving her alone. At that point I called the non-emergency number. The dogs trotted off in the direction of the Safeway parking lot.
A police car pulled throuh. The area was sort of humming with various forms of law enforcement. In the gathering dusk I saw an open back door, two furry shapes with long tails, and the back door being closed. Later, the animal control truck pulled up.
I'd picked a great spot for fireworks. I lost count of the number of groups who found a parking spot, let off their fireworks, then headed off. I could see down the coast a ways, and then the illicit displays up on the hill in the gap between buildings.
The low murmur of podcasts in my ear kept me company. I wrapped up in a blanket burrito and nibbled blueberries.
At length I was tired of trying to light sparklers, and the fireworks had diminished. I packed it all up and wandered back, pausing briefly by the group who had been spinning fire earlier.
Sunday, I stayed in. The dogs had been microchipped.
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