Yee Haw

Over the weekend Jake became obsessed with taking walks. Since we are experiencing the beginnings of fall here (meaning it's 80 degrees and windy) I was happy to oblige. Friday night, on our first of seven walks, we wandered into a part of the neighborhood we don't visit often and discovered our distant neighbors really like decorating for Halloween - everything from inflatable horse-drawn hearses to giant spiders to red-eyed gargoyles. (Incidentally, a stuffed suit hanging from a tree does not make a good Halloween decoration, in my opinion.)

The next morning Jake wanted to see the decorations again so while Sam and Abby played with dad, we hit the road again. We were about five blocks from our house when I realized that headed down the street toward us was a cowboy on a horse. An authentic, leather chaps, spurs, weathered hat and saddle, lasso-twirling cowboy. I have no idea why he was riding around our neighborhood, but it was surreal and spectacular. Jake and I watched silently as he passed, tipped his hat and kept trotting by.