Sunday found me at home this past weekend, taking it easy and relaxing before going back to the grind of work. I deliberately made plans not to do anything so I could have the day to myself. It was all going pretty much according to plan, too. I read some blogs, had breakfast at my leisure, chatted with friends online and snuggled with the dogs on the couch. Honestly, it was pretty much about the most perfectly relaxing day that you can imagine.
I imagine you all sitting there as you read this, figuring that of course this idyll couldn't have lasted, or I probably wouldn't be writing about it. You would be correct. In the middle of the afternoon as Mr. Taleteller and I sat watching a movie that we'd rented, we heard the sound of the fire truck sirens. That's a fairly common occurance, since the fire station, like most other things of import in our tiny village, is just two blocks down the street. However, it is very unusual for the fire truck to come down and stop right in front of our house. I looked at my husband and stated the obvious.
After that, most of the village, along with Lilac and Blueberry, had given up interest in the goings on outside. Bunny, of course, stood sentry until the fire trucks were gone and I was sitting on the couch again after some checking on the garden outside. Apparently, it was just the right amount of excitement as far as she was concerned. She promptly curled up in my lap and took a nap. Sometimes life in a small town can be all the excitement that you need.