The Trail of Toads
I don’t know what happened. Suddenly it seems to be fall. I felt it coming last year. This year, it’s still hot, the insects are ravenous, and yet the leaves are falling and turning, the sun is setting earlier. We haven’t really gotten to have a full spider rodeo since the days are warm, but several bugs have had to be corralled and reintroduced to nature out the back window.
We found an unexpected fall treat. The asparagus started sending up very late stalks. We picked a few, intending to check the taste, but somehow forgot they were in the food and ate them without noticing.
Oh, the children…I have been watching the pool toads, encouraging them to grow their legs. Every little bump and stub I am sure is a leg. I ask J, what about that?? Isn’t THAT a leg?? He always says no. I’ve talked to them about this. They can’t live in the pool all winter.
Because they aren’t cooperating and I’m afraid to leave them until the weather really gets too cold or dry for their survival, we began the great toad exodus (I know they’re frogs). The tadpoles were not happy about this and seemed shocked by their new wild creek/pond home. I hope they will understand when they get older.
We went to town for supplies the other day. We were hopeful we’d find Vibram Five Fingers for running or a heavy ball for J’s new martial arts training. We saw many things, but didn’t find our treasures. J walked out of several restaurants, too grossed out by the people and food to eat at any of them.
The farm to the south has a bunch of new baby calves. They all have such sweet faces at that age. They are equally brave and skittish. As we came back from town, half of the sky was brilliant with sun, the other half rain darkened. A full rainbow stretched out and seemed to come from our house.
While we were at the market, the cashier looked in my basket as I unloaded and demanded to know how many cans of coconut milk I had. Uh, ten, I think…I kept unloading. How many tofu? How many you have?!?! HOW MANY!?! Jesus. What is with the demanding? A couple of days before, a lady at a different store did that to us over ears of corn. J says cashiers are no longer able to count.
I am positive that man in the Chef Michael’s Canine Creations commercial is sleeping with that dog. Someone needs to perform a rescue and stop the sexual abuse. Seriously, I have never heard a man in a healthy human relationship talk about his partner like that.
I owe Jimmy Fallon an ENORMOUS apology. I used to think he was a geeky, nervous loser who couldn’t tell a joke. Then we stayed up a few nights working late and I started taping every poker show on television. I am far too lazy to get up and change the channel unless the program is seriously annoying or disturbing, so I started having to hear his talk show.
It took about two episodes for it to start growing on me. I now look forward to the silly games and his uncomfortable, goofy delivery. Sometimes I really do think he didn’t understand the joke the writer handed him, but mostly I think he’s got a great team and they do produce truly silly, enjoyable, topical and unique humor. And The Roots. Are you kidding me? Holy crap. How did he make that happen?!
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