Mind the Greenery, Dear

A couple months ago on my usual bus ride to school I was looking out the window because it was better than staring at the guy with the dreads two rows up who was covered in really bad tattoos.

Now, you may ask, "How do you remember that guy after so long?" Answer: I don't, there's ALWAYS a guy with dreads and bad tattoos on the bus so I figure it's a pretty safe bet that that's the reason I spotted the goats in the first place. And NOW you might be asking yourself "Did she just say goats?" Answer: Why yes, yes I did.

We were driving past one of those bioswales or whatever, you know... the giant grassy valleys they put next to parking lots to trap water and such in, when I noticed large, brown, furry things running around among the blackberries and tall weeds. And THEN I saw the sign hanging on the chain link fence surround the swale-ness. Goat Trimmers. Amazing! Someone had rented out goats to trim their city-mandated mess of greenery. Now THAT'S dedication! I mean really... just look at their crazy prices, but imagine how many cool-points you could score from your friends, or these people by going THAT green!? Of course, it does require a truck and trailer to transport said ruminant bodies to places like the Target parking lot I first spotted them in, but meh, who cares? They're GOATS!

I do NOT need to Have a Picture in Every Post

I decided to be brave today and ride the bus to school. It’s been lighter out earlier and the 94 bus has added more times that it runs up to our house so it seems like a good idea. Plus then I’d be all environmentally conscious and maybe get some exercise, both of which are generally good things but only when taken in moderation, mind you.

This morning it was lovely outside. Blue skies, no rain, etc. I even took the bunny out for a romp in the back yard until he started digging up tulips and then it was back to the cage for him. The bright happy day was what started this mad decision to take the bus, that and it’s a short day (ASL was only an hour long because of finals). So I get all packed up, feed Monty and then check the bus schedule online (it’s changed and I haven’t ridden the bus since it changed). Lo and behold the new 94 bus route isn’t posted, nor is it posted on the bus stop in our yard. So I decide to huff it down to the Transit Center. I figure that it should take about 40 minutes or so to walk there and even though it’s a little cold, it’s nowhere near bone chilling so I put on an extra layer and head out.

12 minutes later I’m covered in rain. It was so nice and sunny and tame that I thought that 40 minutes would be plenty of time to avoid rain. WRONG. By the time I get to the transit center I’m wetter than I was in the shower I’d just taken before I left which is ridiculous because in a shower the purpose is to get wet, outside it’s to stay dry. But I’m sure you connected those dots yourself already.

I catch the 48 to school, get there by 2:08. Class at 3. Get out at 4. Catch the 48 to Joann’s in yet another leg of the never-ending quest to find fabric that’s NOT covered in old-lady flowers for a pattern I bought last week. Hop back on the 48 at 5:30 and ride it until it becomes the 94 and stops in my yard.

Things I saw today:
A little girl named “Magenta” (she just turned five today and told me all about it) at Joann’s
Anti-abortionists with dead baby banners in front of Planned Parenthood (it’s sort of on the way from the house to the Transit Center)

Va bene.