Wednesday, June 02, 2004

just another manic... umm, tuesday.

yeah, another day in the world of the oven makers. just another day, sorry - didn't even get to talk to Fuzzy Buddy today, so no wild theories.
so, let me dig up one of my "remind me" topics... I need a place in the side bar to list these things...

Ok. So, I can tell you about the time Pretzel & Goat went swimming in the fountain, or my idea for grown up art camp.

Let's talk about fountain swimming.

IT was last year, I think, and we four (P&G, me & Luigi) went to the cajun music festival downtown. And the stage was set up in this area between the Adam's Mark hotel and one of the office buildings. the area is grassy, with nice landscaping = trees and a really cool fountain. The fountain is more like a little stream that connects a small upper pool and runs under a pathway and into a large, shallow pool and down a stepped wall to make a little waterfall and into another pool. (I'll try to remember to take photos some day...) anyway, it was hot. so we were sitting on the edge of the large shallow pool, paddling our feet... and Goat started it. She kicked water on Pretzel (which is totally expected, if you have met her) and it was on. they were splashing and wrestling, and ended up totally soaked... and they swam in the pool and discovered that the connecting stream is wide and deep enough that you can go from pool to pool, under the path...
Needless to say, the kids in the crowd thought this was a great idea. And so there were all kinds of people in the water, dancing and splashing and having a great time, thank you very much.
And then there was this guy (I will call him Spoilsport) who started telling everyone that they shouldn't be in the water, that it had some chemical in it that was bad for you or something... just basically living up to his nickname. We ignored him. And then when we walked back to the car, we discovered that the shoes Luigi had left in the church parking lot we walked thru on our way to the music festival were still there. And so there were many jokes about his shoes being so bad that even homebums wouldn't take them...

That was a very good day.