I don’t know if Bill and Ted are going to slam into my driveway looking for a Diane Franklin type princess.(Yes that was two 80’s reference is in the same sentence. Diane Franklin, BTW is the actress who played French Exchange student Monique in Better Off Dead, and Gary’s love interest Karen in The Last American Virgin. I am heinously disappointed that Karen chose Rick over Gary. Almost, but not quite as upset as I am that Rory chose Jess over Dean. I’m so angry about that I can’t even watch Milo Ventimiglia in anything without inwardly booing him. This makes watching The Whispers very interesting. I know, I know, Writer Chick, turn off the TV and get out of the house.)
There is an aura of strangeness in my neighborhood today, and for an exciting change, it’s not coming from my house. I wandered out into the world this morning, had breakfast, bought bananas, and returned home. My neighbors up the hill have chopped down the huge tree in their front yard. They usually decorate this tree with various spookiness at Halloween. As I drove down the street, I saw that the front of their home and most of the street was festooned with branches and tree trunk bits. A little further down the street I noticed that Animal Control is visiting someone. I don’t know if these two things are related, perhaps there’s a band of rogue squirrels who are escaping from a bulk nut heist at Trader Joe’s and have decided to hide out on my street, causing the destruction of a tree and a notification of the authorities.
I have had a lot of coffee today.
My main concern is that some of my stray cat friends may be relocated. I will be most disappointed if the sleek black cat with green eyes isn’t waiting for me in the driveway pretending he doesn’t know I feed him. Or the bedraggled Siamese who lurks and furtively darts in and out for a snack. These two kitties live in some bizarre feline symbiosis in this neighborhood.
I hope the Squirrel Bandits don’t get them.