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i saw my first bear this last weekend. luckily, my parents and my brother and sister-in-law were in for a visit so they got to see it too, thereby making my house and our town the most exciting place to visit. we’ve lived in our house for four months and all we ever hear people talk about is bear sightings, almost as if you have to fight through piles of bears just to get the mail. this bear was crossing a fairly busy street to head into a neighborhood and we followed him to get some good pics. (i would post the pics, except my brother and his wife are hoarding them so they can be the first to write about it on their web page. oh yeah? well, i’m not above posting without photos, so there! i’m first!) he was a big guy – maybe 400 pounds and true to black bear tendencies, was very skittish of us (well, of the mini-van my dad rented to schlep us all around. i'm scared of those too). i thought i would be wicked excited to see a bear but all i felt was a little sad since he seemed so out of place and was probably thinking “where did the woods go?”. poor guy. after we left the bear to his berry hunting, we went by ethel walker school (a private school with lots of land for horse riding) and we spotted a fox trotting through an open field. it was like we planned all these great animal sightings. ella was napping in the car when we saw the bear but when i showed her the photos later she said “his name is tony the tiger!”. um. okay. for the weekend, we all headed up to saratoga springs to go to my other brother’s darryl’s house (actually, his name is gary, but whenever i say “my other brother”, i can’t help but reference “the bob newhart show”. anyone?) for several baby showers and a day at the saratoga race track. the key to the races is to get an area outside the grandstand where they have televisions set up and you just hang out and picnic and bet money all day long (unfortunately, you have to go at 6am to get a good spot. we sent my pregnant sister-in-law. nice, right?). i enjoyed our day at the track, except when i went up to the fence to see a race close-up, i felt bad for the horses. even though i know they get treated exceptionally well, I couldn’t stand watching them get whipped to run faster. On the flip side, I walked by some jockeys and wanted to pick them up and put them in my pocket and collect the whole set. i really couldn’t believe how tiny they are. i saw one of them kiss his toddler good-bye and the kid was seriously almost as tall as him. they also get a police escort back to the locker rooms because you probably could pick one up and jockey-nap him. in a final hurrah for the weekend, my parents bought ella her first bike with training wheels. it’s a trek, like my bike and it’s so cute. i'm loving the tassles and basket. and off she goes (and yes, her awesome tie-dyed shirt is inside out; i'd like to see you try and suggest she take it off and fix it.):  |
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