Sometimes, just moving along is the best idea

My son and I spent part of the afternoon cleaning out the rabbit cage. Our new bunny, who landed in our neighbor's garage and found his/her way to us and is becoming a family fixture.

Watching the rabbit hop today, my son commented that every time he sees the bunny hop, he believes the rabbit is taking swimming lessons. I am not sure how I follow that up. It was the perfect response in such a beautiful, kid's way of stating something as fact. All I could do is revel in his sincerity.

We then discussed poop...including giraffes, dogs and other animals. (Which is why I can get away with a close up of a giraffe I met in Tampa in October.)

Sometimes just moving along with the conversation is all you can do, which is what I had to do earlier today.

This morning, I managed to make myself somewhat presentable for the Greater Wilmington Business Journal Power Breakfast, which had its focus on real estate today. (I've been writing the two real estate columns for the newspaper.) Chris, the GWBJ editor, took time to introduce me to lots of people...and I think I managed to return the favor.

One of the people he introduced me to, led me around to some of her contacts. At one point, I went off in one direction, she another and, as we went different directions, I mentioned I was going to say "Hello" to someone.

Now, I know everyone in the world doesn't get along with everyone else. I just wish I knew ahead of time when folks don't get along. Then I wouldn't have inserted my "Power boots" (as my pal Susan called them) into my mouth as I went to greet the someone who doesn't seem to have many warm and fuzzy friends (including the woman I had just been speaking to...).

Later in my morning, before picking up the kids, I decided to make a quick Christmas reconnaissance at Tuesday Morning's. As I was moving through the check-out, a red sedan came barreling through the glass emergency doors. (Sorry, no photos of that...I felt that paying and moving along was a better idea.) The driver and passenger walked away from the accident, but their car hit a sales clerk's car pretty hard.

An eventful day in Wilmaville.

And, geez, to think worried about what I was going to wear this morning (and whether I could make it out of the house un-snotted upon).