First, a glimpse of home, and by home I mean the two houses out in the country that I've lived in.
Seeing deer was nothing out of the ordinary at both places, so my sister and I each had some serious eye-rolling when city folks would squeal at a deer sighting — it takes a bold deer who'll let me get within iPhone camera range to impress me.
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The brown blob in the middle of the photo is the second of two deer that scooted across the Clive Greenbelt Trail in front of me. |
From the route I inaugurated
last Monday. Water, whether a natural body, a fountain or a chlorinated manmade structure, draws quite the longing glances from this always-too-warm runner.
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What my friends Ken and Annah would call a "shee-shee neighborhood." I don't know how to spell "shee-shee," so please correct me if you do. |
Just off 60th Street west of my complex is this house I pass on probably a third of my runs. The first time I went this way and spotted an ambulance in a driveway, I thought there was a medical emergency at the home.
I kept seeing the ambulance in the same driveway, and the theory that an EMT parks his/her work vehicle at home seems only slightly less ludicrous than the same person having medical issues every single time I run — particularly when that person isn't me.
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This probably kept any nosy neighbors busy speculating for a few days in a row, the first time the ambulance came home ... |
I think it's spelled "chi-chi"!
ReplyDeleteDuly noted — just like the salsa brand. Thanks for proofreading on your day off!
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