So…life in Colorado continues to be interesting. On the night we returned from Disneyland, I woke up in the middle of the night to a strange sound. In my overtired and overly tanned but not quite sunburnt state, I was dreaming that I was hearing the astroblaster from the Buzz Lightyear ride that we’d ridden about two or three times a day for the last 5 days. When I woke, I heard the sound again and then again. And then I realized it was that sort of horn sound from a police car. I was wondering vaguely what might be going on when I fell back to sleep.
Later I learned that two houses down from us, a neighbor had left their garage door open and called the police…not because of a burgular but because a ginormous papa bear had gotten into their garage, opened their freezer and had pulled out and eaten their stash of deer meat, buffalo steaks and ribs.
The lesson here – put your freezer in the basement.
Did I ever mention the three bears we saw walking across the street one day while on our way home from the library? Philip saw those same bears, a mama and her two cubs, going through another neighbor’s trashcan on trash day.
And then tonight, as I was sitting through an hour and 15 minutes briefing for the parents of Religious Ed students, I learned what the security procedure is if they have to lock down the campus because of bears or mountain lions. Apparently, both have been known to cruise around and a mountain lion was once spotted sitting in the tree right outside the church.
And to top it all off, it snowed all day on Monday. Yes, this past Monday, which just happened to be the last day of summer. I’m just glad that we have enough room in the children’s closets to store out of season clothes so we were able to get cold weather clothes out without much fuss.
I gotta tell you, I really like it here!