We got our prizes from the marathon yesterday. Talk about anti-climactic. I waited all day for the UPS man to come. (He’d come the previous two days but I’d missed him both times and this was the last chance before it got sent back.) Simon and I even spent a few hours in the afternoon sitting on the front steps (well, Simon was climbing up and down the steps, walking around the tiny yard, picking up every leaf, etc. while I chased him around and such) before it got too cold and we were both hungry so we went inside. During that time the UPS truck actually passed by on a cross-street twice and I was sure he was on his way to our place but I was wrong. It wasn’t until after Micah got home, we’d had dinner, and we were about to head out to the store that he finally came. And brought this :
It’s a piece of paper glued to a piece of glass (Micah’s is the same, but different age and gender and 3rd place instead of 2nd). Okay, okay. It’s kind of cool, I guess, except that it’s just not the kind of thing that we know what to do with. We don’t have space to display anything of this sort in our apartment, nor are we the type of people who really cares to display such things even if we did have space. Micah took his to work to put in the “living room” as a kind of a joke, but I see mine gathering dust or taking up space in a storage box which our children will discover at some far distant future date.
“You guys placed in a marathon?” they’ll say with quizzical looks on their faces.
“And we were just as surprised about it then as you are now,” we’ll respond.
I don’t know why we were kind of surprised by what the prizes were. What? We placed in a race and got a trophy? Who would have thought. I guess we were both kind of hoping for something . . . useful. Like a gift certificate to Cold Stone or Olive Garden.
In other news, we have almost definitively determined that the creatures who have taken up residence in our walls are squirrels, which makes the problem a bit more tolerable for me than if they were rats. Which is great because the maintenance people aren’t coming until the beginning of November. And we’ve had scratching and squeaking three nights in a row.