We awoke to a very strange noise this morning. Best I can describe it was like a neighbor spraying their hose into a 50-gallon Rubbermaid garbage can lying on its side - only louder. I opened the blinds and didn't see any neighbors doing this, so ran to the other side of the house and was amazed to find that the noise was coming from the burner of a very low-flying hot air balloon. We were nearly on the news, I think, and it was a memorable way to start the day anyway. In total we saw five balloons, hovering above Macungie in a rainy mist. I'm sure it wasn't the riders' choice of weather but for us on the ground it created this ethereal technicolor effect to the fog.
Yesterday evening we both wanted to crash in a major way after busy, tiring workweeks, but instead we did errands we didn't want to spill into the weekend. Dress shopping for an upcoming, music shopping for everyday, and a little activity I like to call "don't blame me Miss Big Box Returns Clerk I don't know why the coupon isn't working." We had leftover meatloaf for dinner - so good - and then just relaxed.
I remember one time after a particularly good football game, Engadine perhaps, Chad Parrett was all excited about going to Green Bay to get new tires for his truck. I couldn't understand why, after rushing for over 300 yards, somebody would be so excited about tires. Dad reminded me that tires are probably expensive and a pretty big deal, no matter how mundane they might seem. I mention this because we did the first load of wash/dry in our new laundry room and now I know how Chad felt. Appliances might be mundane, but they are a expensive and a big deal.
Saturday, September 22, 2007