The pleasures of a summer workday
I get to sit in my office, which happens to overlook a lake and park, watching the Canada Geese troop their ever-so-cute goslings around. And I get to see unsuspecting walkers in the park run like the dickens when they’re suddenly attacked by extremely angry and vicious goose parents.
What are the pleasures of a non workday? I get to walk around the lake and park, admiring the ever-so-cute goslings, and running like the dickens when I’m attacked by the extremely angry and vicious goose parents.
Both have a peculiar charm, although the workday version involves much less heart-pounding and adrenalin.