Is it bad luck to have a black bear cross your path? Because that's what happened to me this morning! On my way to work, at about 7:15 a.m., a big, black bear came lolloping over the hill...oops, I digress into a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang quote...No, seriously- he did! About fifty yards in front of me. One minute there was an empty road...and the next, there was a real live BEAR! And he didn't just amble sleepily across the road- he charged from the underbrush, galumphed across the road and dove into the brush on the other side. If I had been in his way, I think he would have just ploughed into me. I was quite shocked and drove for about fifteen seconds saying nothing but, " Oh my word, oh my word, oh my word..." I have lived in N.H. for almost thirteen years, and this is the first time I have ever laid eyes on a black bear. Or any bear, for that matter, that wasn't in a zoo.
We have started doing half days of summer school and we are starting a unit on Mark Twain. When Linda asked the girls if they knew who he was, one of them replied, " Isn't he a country singer?" Close, but no cigar, my dear.