Julia received a pair of sparkly, rhinestone-bedazzled shoes for Christmas and, for some reason, was dying to go out last night to see how they sparkled at night. They don’t light up on their own, sadly, so I used the opportunity to bring out my own shiny toy, a green laser that I had purchased off of some Woot-like service for $3 a few months back.
Panda poses with poise
With the full moon, it was tough to point out Orion’s belt and Betelgeuse (“hey honey, its going to blow up some day””No“”Yes””Really?””Uh-huh””Cool“), but we managed. The laser also gave off a cool green disco effect on her shoes.
On a whim, I carried with me Julia’s digital camera, which was left on the hutch for some infraction and forgotten about months ago.
Then we decided to do something we haven’t done in nearly two years, when nightly walks were far more common, continue cataloging the puppies of Jenkintown. We meandered up to the town square, looked through the toy shop windows and talked about how the new owner of the bakery next door is much nicer (the old one wouldn’t let her use the bathroom once). I forgot how much I missed this stuff. We got out of the habit when Benny became of walking age. He’s less of a stroller than Julia.
When we found our only victim of the night, Julia and I both felt out of practice. She got nervous in asking the owner for permission, and then forgot how to use the flash setting. For my part, I forgot where the review button was as well as my notebook for recording the deets on the dog, Panda. In any case, I felt bad about holding the dog’s owner in the cold to indulge my kid, so I wasn’t going to quiz him.
Merry and bright
Panda, like most dogs around here, it seems, is a mixed breed adopted from a rescue. She had a beagle meets bull terrier vibe and was very sweet. Julia, of course, reminded me that we need a dog. I, of course, reminded her that we can’t rely on her to pick up her toys, how would she manage with a puppy? She just would, is all.
On the way back we stopped off to take some shots of the neighborhood lights. They came out blurry, but Julia liked the effect.
One of those solar-powered LED ornaments. Maybe a hummingbird, which would explain the blur.
She’s thinking of taking pictures of all the stuff in people’s yards. Pink flamingos and decorations and the like.
We’ll call it the Gnomenclature of Jenkintown, I thought, but I didn’t dare tell her. We had done enough for the evening, and I didn’t like the idea of poorly explaining one more thing that night.