Park parking
Flash and I are busying ourselves with various activities, impatiently waiting for the big snowstorm that's predicted to arrive this afternoon. We've all had a very lazy Sunday. Dave and I woke up around 9:30 after a fairly late night, then promptly fell back asleep. I woke up again at 12:30 (!) all alone, padded downstairs to find Dave working on a puzzle and Flash curled up in bed with her legs tightly crossed. I fed her while Dave let her out into the backyard so she could relieve herself. Poor thing. Afterwards, we went to Dunkin' Donuts to bond over some coffee, apple fritters, cinnamon sticks, and a bagel with cream cheese. The place was hopping with sweatpant clad Bucknell students which made me feel a lot better about my own sweatpant clad self. I figured I'd be competing (fashion-wise) with beautifully clad chruchgoers out for their apres-worship coffee so you can imagine how pleased I was to be surrounded by college students who looked like they got up around the same time I did. Since I was working on quite the headache I suggested to Dave that we go back home, pop some Tylenol, pick up the dog, and then head out to one of the scenic overlooks that dot Route 15 between Lewisburg and Shamokin Dam. (By the way, there's only one scenic overlook between Lewisburg and Shamokin Dam.) The access road to the overlook was closed for the winter, so we headed out to Milton State Park, it's two distinguishing features being: it sticks out into Susquehanna, and it's covered in astonishing amounts of rabbit and deer poop (Much to Flash's great joy. You've never seen so much sniffing). Flash even showed, for the first time in her life, a desire to get off the paved road to really explore the grassy areas. It's a nice park, actually. One of the things I really miss about living in Salem is its close proximity to lots of state/town parks in which no hunting is allowed. It was nice to be able to walk around and enjoy the fresh air and the river views without worrying about my dog getting shot. Right now Dave is at work and I'm thinking that I should probably have a bowl of salad to make up for my Dunkin' Donut indiscretions. Flash is currently working on a rawhide in the living room and as I look out my window, I see a few flakes falling. Perhaps while I eat my bowl of salad, I'll ponder how I can get out of shoveling.