I don’t know if I’ve really blogged yet about riding a Vespa. It’s really fun! Patrick’s uncle gave us his Vespa once he had decided he wasn’t going to ride it anymore. It was running great, so I took it to work. I’ve been riding it to and from on days when it’s nice out. But I’ve also been trying to ride my bike. Need to exercise!
It wouldn’t start Tuesday night after a full day of work, the Transit of Venus Party, and then a showing of the bizarre Danish version of Medea. At 10:00 at night, I was trying to get it to start; it wouldn’t, so I walked the three miles home. Good thing we live in a very safe area!
We took the boys to the zoo. One gripe about the zoo is that for little kids, it’s a lot of walking for not much animal payoff. Well, compared to the Albuquerque zoo anyway. They like climbing on the animals.
This particular day, the elephant exhibit was closed and the tigers were sleeping, but the Orangutans were climbing on the O-line and this volunteer kept warning people not to walk under them. Sure enough, we heard a collective roar from the crowd, and when we walked back by, there was a giant puddle! We had camped out on a bench and watched them for a while–there were five playing on the o-line that day!
And good-bye to the silver car. It was a fine piece of machinery.
Patrick did a great job selling the car. He kept getting texts from this guy and he was worried about trolling, but it was real! I think if I bought a car, I’d like to get one from someone who has only owned the car within the family, as then you know it’s not a lemon. Like when selling a house, you spiff it all up and then you remember what you like so much about it. We just are in a position where we don’t need two cars. Thanks for your nice comments about the car transition. I was thinking of some of you when I wrote that last post!