{"id":616,"date":"2006-09-06T21:37:44","date_gmt":"2006-09-07T01:37:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/blog\/?p=616"},"modified":"2008-11-30T19:31:48","modified_gmt":"2008-12-01T00:31:48","slug":"buttonwood-park","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/blog\/?p=616","title":{"rendered":"Buttonwood Park"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My laundry was in the dryer, and I decided the evening was too pleasant to waste sitting in the laundromat staring at my clothes going around and round. I walked down to Buttonwood Park.<\/p>\n<p>Plenty of people were out walking on the broad sidewalk at the west end of the park: two middle-aged women out for a fitness walk, a tall exceedingly fit-looking man jogging, a little boy riding a little bicycle with training wheels and his father close behind. Two young people stood in the middle of a gaggle of Mallards and domestic ducks at the edge of the pond, and even though they were right next to a sign that said &#8220;Don&#8217;t Feed the Ducks\/ Por Favor&#8230;.&#8221;, they were feeding the ducks. A pleasant-looking woman striding by looked over at them and said (pleasantly), &#8220;Don&#8217;t feed the ducks, now.&#8221; The two young people guiltily said, &#8220;We&#8217;re not. They&#8217;re eating something else.&#8221; The latter sentence was true: the ducks were snapping at big, slow, fat insects rising up from the edge of the pond. &#8220;They&#8217;re eating the bugs,&#8221; said the pleasant-looking woman matter-of-factly, and strode on.<\/p>\n<p>I turned left down the road that bisects the north half of the park, ambling along, feeling logy. Two small girls, who looked to be twins, came tearing down a side path towards the road. &#8220;Don&#8217;t run out into the road!&#8221; shouted an adult voice from far behind them. Laughing, the two girls stopped one another, which involved one girl pulling the other girl&#8217;s shirt off her shoulder, and the second girl pushing away the face of the first girl. They got disentangled, still laughing, and resumed tearing along the path, coming to a dead halt at the very edge of the roadway (disconcerting the driver of a huge SUV that had fortunately come to a complete stop at the &#8220;Stop&#8221; sign at the crosswalk). They turned around in order to look back at the woman walking towards them pushing a stroller, and put on their best angelic faces as if to say, &#8220;See? We came to a stop before the road!&#8221; The angelic effect was spoiled when one poked the other, and the other whispered something back that made them both giggle.<\/p>\n<p>A hoard of Ring-billed Gulls swirled around the edges of a soccer game, screaming and trying to steal scraps of food from each other, but now I am bored by the gulls that scream all night from the rooftops around our apartment, so I walked on by. Besides, I realized that my laundry would be done soon, and it was time for me to hurry back to the laundromat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My laundry was in the dryer, and I decided the evening was too pleasant to waste sitting in the laundromat staring at my clothes going around and round. I walked down to Buttonwood Park. 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