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Saturday morning

I was on my way to the store this Saturday morning and smiled at my favorite sign.  It reminds me, that I am not in Los Angeles county anymore!  I passed a jogger and a garage sale too, not so different from city life.

I also passed hunter guys!  (Big exclamation mark here!)  In the field, at the side of the road, with dogs, cameo wear and guns!  Big guns…huge even…, okay not that huge.  Shot guns doing that thing shot guns can do where they are sort of broken in half, with half on their should just walking around like it was a normal Saturday.  Hunters go hunting, I get that.  But when they ‘go’ hunting, they ‘go’ somewhere and I never thought that the somewhere they went was ‘here’.  They were right on my road somewhere between my favorite tractor sign and the garage sale!  Walking around with their hunting dogs, a normal part of this time of year.

All my years of living in the city kicked in.  My first thought was that they were the police looking for a bad guy, hoodlum, gang member, escaped convict.  Then I realized that they were ‘normal’ people just hunting on Saturday morning and I thought…I am not in Los Angeles any more!

I called my loving spouse.  He said, “Dear, you are living in the country now.”  “Yes, but they are on my road…”.  “Well, it is that time of year.”

I was a tad freaked out.  I decided to settle myself by doing something I do understand for this time of year… Starbucks, pumpkin spice latte, which I find almost always helps.

I was mostly back to normal when I got home, where the fierce and mighty barn kittens met me…with a snake.

 

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