the park, the store, and a crow

Today I learned that Tucson Mountain Park is all covered in creosote flowers, so I didn't get to go for a ride. I went to the grocery store instead, where I learned that some baggers can pack a three-quarters full cart into two carts, and then they have to help you out. The only other time I remember needing help out, ever, was a couple of years ago when I got seriously gassed by some lady's perfume in line, after which pushing a cart outside seemed like it'd be hard.

In other news, a crow with a little animal in its beak flew past me this afternoon, and its wings made that swoosh sound typically associated with little kids flailing around with sticks. Or Xena.