#1427 why I love living here in N.C.: cows on the loose at the post office.
Yesterday, I was on my way to the post office when I saw the entrance was blocked by two cop cars. A moment later, as I sat there idling, I saw why when a cow emerged from the bushes just off the driveway, then started trotting in my direction. The cops tried to grab the cow as it passed, but no luck. I drove down the street a bit, not wanting to frighten the cow unnecessarily, and turned around: when I did, I saw it was just walking down the middle of the street, calm as you please, the cops driving slowly along beside it. Every time it slowed or stopped, one of the cops would stop his car, put on his lights (?) and then get out, at which point the cow would run off again. This went on for an entire block or so, until the cow finally disappeared up someone’s driveway and I finally decided to actually go buy stamps and stop watching. The last I saw, the cops were walking up the driveway, in hot pursuit. Or pursuit, anyway. When I told the guy at the post office counter about it, he laughed out loud and said, “Only in Carrboro would a cow get a police escort!” Which, now that I think of it, it kind of true. But maybe you had to be there.
Meanwhile, in other news, someone sent me a link the other day to some Just Listen fanfiction. (I’m not posting it here because it gives away some plot points, which I don’t want ruined for anyone who hasn’t read the book yet.) I know fanfiction is a big thing, but I must admit to being a little unnerved seeing other people writing for my characters. It’s just odd to me, and a bit unsettling, if I’m totally honest. Maybe this is the control freak in me (entirely possible) but I really like to think that when it comes to reading Owen and Annabel, that’s for everyone. But writing them? That’s my thing. But again, probably just me. But it is weird. Like seeing someone else cooking in your kitchen, or wearing your clothes, or something. Odd.
Anyway. Now I’m off for more domestic errands. I will report any livestock sightings, as they happen….