I took this photo of the sunrise over the harbor with my phone at 8:00 am yesterday morning. Nothing in the photo is edited…these were the actual colors and it was breathtaking. The photo doesn’t fully pick up the steam coming off the water in the distance which in person made it that much more surreal. Truly one of the coolest things I have ever seen.
After years of buying our tree off the pavement of the Home Depot parking lot in Southern California, I was super excited to do it this year like real country folk – chop it down ourselves! So on Saturday we headed over to one of the farms on the island with our newly purchased saw. After inspecting tree after tree looking for the perfect one until our hands and feet were numb from the cold and after repeated choruses of “Mom, this one is FINE! We don’t CARE anymore! Just pick a TREE already, we are FREEZING!” I remembered something that always seems to occur to me about 45 minutes into the Christmas tree picking process…we are going to throw this thing away in 2 weeks. Literally. This is not a long term relationship…I’ve spent less time buying a car I’ll have to drive for three years than deciding on a tree that will adorn ornaments made of used popsicle sticks and such. So we pick our not-perfect tree, cut it down and bring it home. We have 9 foot ceilings and we had to cut about a foot and a half off the tree which was no big deal. What’s funny is that even smushed up against the wall the tree is more than half the width of our living room. The coffee table had to go and you clearly can’t see because the tree is in the way but there are doors to another room behind the tree so you practically have to climb onto the couch to get back there but it sure smells GREAT!
Prior to now I did not have a strong opinion on raccoons as they were simply not a part of my suburban life. But now living in the woods on this island, I know two things about raccoons I did not before. Fact #1…they are HUGE. Or at least this one is…I promise you he is 10 times bigger in real life than he appears to be in this photo. You can see his arm is as big as the two-sided bowl we use to feed the wild cat. Fact #2….they are not afraid of ANYTHING. This is the story of my first encounter with this guy two nights ago…
We have an open breezeway that connects our house to our garage. The other night I needed to get something out of the garage so I walked out the side door near our kitchen and closed it behind me. I was about to open the door to the garage when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I turned and standing no more than TWO FEET (think about how close that is) away from me in the breezeway was the dude in the photo below. First of all, it’s already dark and creepy living in the woods. Second of all, I was not expecting anything to be lurking outside my door. I literally did a horror-movie worthy, blood-curdling open mouth super long scream. And he did not move. At all. He just stared right at me like “That all you got?” So I screamed again, just as loud. Just “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” at the top of my lungs. It was like a game of chicken with me screaming, him staring but nobody moving. My flight reflex finally kicked in and I ran for the door and slammed it behind me. At which point my family FINALLY (seriously, a disturbing lack of reaction time people) came running down the stairs to see what was going on. And they all look through the window of the door and see him right there, still defiantly not moving. And everyone starts banging on the door and yelling and the raccoon is standing there looking at us like we’re in the damn zoo and he’s the spectator. My husband went out there and he finally ran off. But tonight he was back and so I was able to get this photo. Because obviously now I obsessively check both ways outside my door before opening it. Thank you, Rocky Raccoon because I really did need just one more thing in my life to be paranoid about.