Rabbit / Bear at dusk
I couldn't help but notice the large stuffed rabbit—or is that a bear?—about halfway down the street from the house. Rabbit or bear, I really can't tell. Let's call it a rabbit—it feels creepier somehow, probably because a rabbit would never be that large. Someone also left a couch on the curb a few houses down. Maybe the rabbit and the couch used to live together, indoors, with people. Now they've been dragged outside and abandoned. At least it wasn't snowing today. I jogged to Cobbs Hill and ran laps around the reservoir, which was more satisfying than going to the Y again. I think Allison is getting sick of it there too, but she bought a bathing suit today, so she can switch things and swim laps tomorrow. That definitely goes on the list of things Allison loves that I have no interest in myself, along with dogs and dancing. It's a personality-type thing. But whereas I used to say I "hated" dogs and dancing, that isn't really true anymore. I still don't want dogs near me, and I will only dance if sufficiently drunk and under extreme social pressure—but at least I can see why other people like those things. And swimming, sure, that looks like fun. I'm just not coordinated enough to be good at it, and I'm extremely afraid of drowning.