That awkward moment when you wake up and realize you may need to move the venue for the evening equinox celebration from the back patio….
A few of you may recall an earlier slice where I explained why we feel minimal need to secure our home by locking doors. A suitable case in point is this newly altered view of the backyard from our bathroom window this morning.
Don’t ask – we don’t know what it is either, but we think that there are people under there.
There appears to be a tent beneath the flapping blue tarp. It is likely – and we are presuming – that it is our son Ben and assorted friends, as we also encountered several (breathing) members of his cohort asleep in the basement this morning.
When I left for yoga and a haircut this morning this was the scene.
We’ll see what emerges from the blue behemoth when I get back, if it is still there. Past practice says it will be.
Between the kids, the friends, and the dogs, one never knows.
Just livin’ the dream…