Oh, as I was climbing out a moose calf came running from around the corner. I swear he cocked his eye at me as he ran down 79th Ave.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
How I Like to Start My Day
Before I had quite finished my first cup of coffee Saturday morning I had to clean some stuff out of my Jeep so the seat could be put down - a storage run was on the agenda for the day. I grabbed the bag of trash that I'd been meaning to throw out for a week or so, and the random scraps that had accumulated in the back seat, then threw everything in my hands into the dumpster. When I returned to my Jeep I realized I couldn't find my keys. I delayed my panic and took the detritus from my car into the apartment, then went on a key hunt. I looked in, around and under my car several times, all the while feeling the dumpster looming behind me. I turned and looked directly at the dumpster. I walked to the dumpster and opened the lid. I stared into its stinky depths. I said a quick prayer of thanks that the day before was garbage day. It was relatively empty. No chance a dead body was hiding inside. I went back inside and grabbed a broom so I could use its handle to push the garbage around before I jumped inside for no reason. Just as I was clambering up the side of the dumpster one of my neighbors came outside to throw something away. Awkward. I sheepishly smiled at her and explained that I was afraid I'd thrown my keys away. She stayed for moral support. With the broom handle I pushed the garbage around, and there they were. Right on top of someone's leftover Chinese. Blech. I sighed a big sigh and made my descent. My keys were rescued!