Oh man.  Vacation is niiiiiicce.

Yesterday, I got up and did some things around the house, took a shower and hit the town.  I got my pool pass, went downtown and did all the things I never have time for: a trip to the library, a stop at the UM Museum of Art (which is in downtown Bangor), poked around the used bookstores, saw That Guy* and some other acquaintances, and enjoyed the sunshine.  Came home and cleaned up a bit, made dinner, enjoyed Dave and all of that.

Today I was out early because of a dentist appointment (no cavities, yay!) and then I got some groceries for dinner tonight; I’m making a roast chicken meal for my dad’s father’s day present.  I had to run out again for butter and beer (nice combo, eh?) and I had a few interactions with the Bike Boys that haunt our street.

They are awesome.  When I got back from the dentist this morning, they had parked their bikes on the side of the street and were chasing a cat.  I stopped and let them chase it, and when I parked they came over.  Neither has front teeth.

"That cat! Something’s WRONG with it!  It’s all shaved on one side and there’s some RED STUFF and we’re trying to CATCH IT!"

"well, guys, if it’s shaved it probably means it had surgery at the vet.  Cats aren’t too good with razors you know, they can’t shave themselves."

They thought about it for a minute, and decided that they would try to ‘rescue’ it anyway.  I know the cat, it’s our neixt door neighbor’s cat, and I really wasn’t concerned for it.  But listening to the boys, all morning "There it is! RUN!" and hearing that the cat was outwitting it? That was awesome. 

Then, when Dave was home for lunch I was leaving to buy the butter n’ beer, and the boys stopped me in the driveway.

"Can you help me tighten my seat? It keeps MOVING on me!"

I tried, but it was awkward, so I got Dave.  Meanwhile, the kids told us their latest adventure.

"There’s a BIG GIANT puddle that we like to ride through and hit the BUMPS with our bikes!"

Dave, working on the bike: "It smells like maybe you hit some poo."

"No, it was cow manure we rided through."

Just, awesome.  Love that my street, the only kids on it, are out on their bikes from dawn til dusk.  It gives me hope for our future kids, you know? The street is so safe, the kids know they can go up to adults and ask for help with their bike or whatever.

Tomorrow, NYC! YAY!  I still have to pack, but my camera batteries are charged.  That’s the important part, right?  Also, just added a picture of my blog-matching daypack to the last entry.  The safety pin I use on it is even blue, the same blue as my link text.  WHAT a goober I am.

*That Guy:  TG is a guy, homeless, I think, that is always seen around town.  He is fairly neat, but has a long, bushy yellow beard and slicked back yellow hair, and a very red face.  He is always seen with a lit cigarette balancing on his lower lip, and his fingers almost never touch the smoke. Whenever we see him we say "Hey! It’s That Guy!" he’s somewhat of a landmark — for us, anyway.