God help us, but we got a dog on Saturday morning, and a new van on Saturday evening. Not too bad.
On Saturday morning we were mobbed by evil geese in Sunset Park. Now, I hate Geese of all kinds with a passion. They are the devil’s own pissed-out spawn. After we aroused their hunger with bread, the geese took it upon themselves to mob Mariah and I. We were chased around the pond in Sunset Park until some other poor sucker came by with bread.
But (thank Zeus!) we survived, left made our appointed rendezvous at an adoption faire up at Lake Mead and the 95, and came home with Spenser. Spenser is a chipper little Poodle/Terrier mix. He’s Mariah’s pet through and through, and you can ask her if you’d like to know more.
And then on Saturday evening, we bought a new van. I can’t help but somehow feeling screwed over by the dealership. I’ve spent years around retail financing, and I don’t know…some of the terms seemed onerous or just strange to me. It’s a tidy little van, and I don’t doubt that we’re going to put it to good use in years coming.
We took the van up to Mount Charleston on Sunday and spent the evening dodging drivers who apparently have never in their lives seen anything but a five-lane freeway. It was frightening and exhilarating all at once to watch asshole dodge and weave at random, slam on their brakes at irregular intervals, and generally make our trip Interesting. I didn’t shoot much except for a really beautiful tree stump behind the local primary school: