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Parks and Recreation- Part I - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
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Parks and Recreation- Part I
We'd planned to see the pirated-up version of Taming of the Shrew in Delaware Park last night.  At about 6, Eleanor begged out.  Our friend who we met for the rained-out-halfway Winter's Tale last month was to meet us me there.  It had been humid-windy and threatening all day, but come on. Now is the summer of our no-water-content.  The Bisons haven't had a single rainout (or snowout, or powerout, or anyout) all season.  Besides, it rained the first time; in this weather, what are the odds?

Quite good, apparently.

Ann had the right idea; she texted me as I was staking my space, to say she wasn't coming, either- but would, if I thought the weather would hold.  It was just a light drizzle at this point, but I did not hold out high hopes.  She did her laundry; I got mine wet.

Not the biggest crowd to begin with, between the darkening skies and the Bills being home for the first pre-season game:

You can see the tropical theme on the set- and the cute puppy almost under the blue umbrella.  As pirate music played (including Great Big Sea's "Barque in the Harbor"), I headed over to the merch stand to pick up the memoir from last time. This was right before we had to boo-boo:

Sure enough, they made the opening announcements, brought the actors out for the introductory pirate reel-

- and, maybe twenty lines into I.i, they called everyone off the stage. Again.

I don't know if they restarted; I just grabbed my chair and headed back up the hill. At the merch stand, just for fun, I asked my shirtseller how many rainouts they'd had before this night.  "None," she said, "... no wait. We had one, when we called it off at intermission."

Right. Good thing I wasn't imagining that one.  I figured their chances would improve if I just left, so I did.

Getting home earlier meant being able to get up earlier. I was determined to do one of two new spiritual things this morning, and the early rising meant the earlier choice: Dog Church.


Our friend Ann has mentioned this before, but this was my first time getting Ebony out there with them. There had been more people doing it, but recently it's just her, one friend and their dogs,. Now, though, we are three (each).

She takes some awesome pictures, so I'll save the photo essay from inside the dog park for later, but it was a mellow and surprisingly meditative experience, just sharing an island of nature with friends who are very forthcoming and kind- and with dogs off-leash who are even more forthcoming when it comes to the sniffing of each others' butts.

Yet before Ann (and Ursula) and Dave (and Jazz) got there, the first friend-on-walkies I saw was not a dog:

(He thinks she's got some Savannah in her.  All I know is she hissed at Ebony and that was that.)

And the last I saw, fittingly, were on the dog-park bulletin board on our way out:

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angledge From: angledge Date: August 15th, 2016 02:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
WAIT. What's dog church??
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: August 16th, 2016 01:33 am (UTC) (Link)
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