Free range
Just walked down to Scarecrow Video to return discs 1 and 2 of Six Feet Under and pick up discs 3 and 4. Am so excited. Think I’ll try to prolong the gratification by only letting myself watch two episodes at a sitting. Can hardly wait. Good thing I don’t have a television, so I can’t get this irrationally excited about too many other shows.
But this is all a tangent. The real meat of the deal is that, as
I was walking home, I saw a chicken. I was on
11th Ave NE, near 56th St.–no barns in sight, just some
asphalt–when a brown-and-grayish chicken came nonchalantly
hopping out of someone’s yard and onto the sidewalk a
couple of feet in front of me. She trotted along for a few
seconds and then nonchalantly hopped back onto the lawn. I was
caught off guard and a little startled, but then I was all
jealousy: someone nearby is probably getting
fresh eggs straight from their backyard, and
I’m not.