There goes the neighborhood

deerThis is the second time this week that I have seen a deer during my morning walk. This time I was close enough and the deer was moving slowly enough that I could get a photo to prove it. I forget how many deer we have per acre here on The Planet Ann Arbor but it is enough that our ever-lovin’ city council is actually considering a controlled hunt. We’ll see how that goes over in this city of tree-huggin’, I-don’t-eat-anything-with-a-face libruls. A lively debate is surely ahead of us if our council thinks hunting within the city limits is a viable plan. Me? I’m a tree-huggin’ omnivorous librul and I see this issue in RGB, not B/W. I have more questions than opinions at this point.

So, as the Guest of Honor (aka Occupant of the Hot Seat) at my latest spec review this afternoon, I was presented with one of Louie-Louiiii’s beautiful home-baked bundt cakes to share with the group. A Friday afternoon meeting calls for food! It was gorgeous and the review went well too, thank you Zeus.

And then I walked downtown to meet up with the GG at the Oscar Tango. It’s been a couple weeks since we’ve been at the OT or been porterized. The annual Old Car show was going on on Main and Liberty and then we schlepped on up to our loverly old Landfill on the west side, stopping to UrbanP in West Park.

I am pretty much out of words for tonight, plus I have a couple of emails to write yet. So good night! Love you all. All five of you! — Kayak Woman

2 Responses to “There goes the neighborhood”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I can’t imagine a city controlled hunt. I love deer, but they are a nuisance. My parents have them roam through sometimes and they live about 2 minutes away from me. (but not enough woods around me to support them)

  2. l4827 Says:

    We stayed around until the old cars growled, snorted in the hot air, and their yellow eyes shone. Quite a sight 11:00 PM. Those big engines started and it was a nice sound to hear. Even that yellow Boss 302 Mustang fired up and left. There were some others that made their, rather loud, presence known as they left.

    Man, the urban P people, know where find cars. As with all dual quads, timing is everything. 🙂