Karen Rivers

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Karen Rivers

Two nights ago, we took The Bun and The Birdy for a bike ride.   It was The Birdy's first ever bike ride because I refuse to count all those times she sat on a trike and I sacrificed my lower back to the cause of pushing her up the street while she did nothing to help.   I'm not sure why, exactly, but for some reason I didn't bring my camera and as a result of that oversight, not only did she leap on the bike and pedal off down the street like she'd been doing it her whole life, but it also turned out to be the most stunning moonrise in a pale purple sky over the bay and then, wouldn't you know it, the seals began breaching out of the water -- something that almost never happens and has something to do with mating (because if you are a seal, apparently seeing another seal leaping out of the water and bellyflopping painfully back down again is HOT) -- and the whole thing, from The Birdy racing down the road on her sparkly bike to the pastel tapestry of sky to the huge white face of the moon ("The moon looks like a fat baby tonight!  But just the head part." - The Birdy) to the crazed, lovesick seals was a PHOTOGRAPH WAITING TO HAPPEN.   

I didn't even have my iPhone.   

FAIL.