msfledermaus | I love Island Time...

I just got home, over an hour after I'd left work. But it's all because of Island Time. Island time takes at least twice the normal time it would take you to get anywhere because you run into your neighbors and catch up on the gossip...

So this evening I rode the bus home with my neighbor Rocky, and told him about the new handyman and whatnot. He was trying to keep a baguette in his backpack without smushing it, and failing most entertainingly. We trotted home and waited, waited, and waited some more for the freight train to go by. I also hit a divot of grass by the playing field and fell over, which made me twice as happy that Rocky was there. I immediately wobbled back up and squeaked, "I'm fine, just fine!" After gleefully speculating about suing the high school to which the divot belonged, we made it to Meryn and Loren's house. They're almost done moving out, which makes me terribly sad, but this didn't keep up from digging around in their free pile. Meryn came out and we hung out on her front porch for a bit, talking about the island and moving and various free-pile objects. Tomorrow night they're bringing over their fire pit as a gift for me. I'm touched beyond words...

So now I'm home with a slightly wobbly ankle, baking pizza and feeling really lucky...