in a mere 4 weeks, I will be one day post my last race of the season, and 1 day pre-leaving for africa.
it feels like there is so much time left, but also so little. Scheduling is crazy and time is ticking away. between now and then, there are weddings to attend on the west coast, "inlaws" to visit with, training to be done, Rx's to be picked up (yup. the doc convinced me to go on malaria prophylaxis), bags to move and people to visit with, work to do, and school work to be formatted. oh yeah. a lot of finger crossing and god praying to be had that my trip to Malawi is not a total gongshow.
Anyway, i was down in Canmore this weekend, supporting and cheering and volunteering for the boy I
but, not after a squirrel ran up my leg. seriously folks. i rounded a corner, into a pedestrian underpass, and there was a family of squirrels (a mother, and about 6 baby ones, some nursing, at that moment). i looked at them, the looked at me. i looked at them, they looked at me. i took a step forward, they paused. i took another step forward. they freaked out. squirrels scattered everywhere. down the tunnel. up the walls. towards me. up my leg.
seriously. have you ever had a baby squirrel run up your leg? probably not. but, i have. I may have screamed like a girl. oh wait. i am a girl.
|so. in that occasion, a photo from Key Largo, circa 2008.|