Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a cooper in Redwood is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I head down to the Redwood Ave. Gotta grab my morning coffee from that little café, you know, the one with the weird name—“Brewed Awakening.” I swear, their barista, Sam, is a wizard. I order my usual, a flat white, and he’s like, “You want a shot of magic with that?” I laugh, but honestly, I just wanted caffeine.
So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this dude on the corner of Queen St. He’s juggling pine cones. Like, who juggles pine cones? Only in Redwood, I guess. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I should’ve brought my camera.” But then I remember, I’m a cooper, not a photographer.
Anyway, I get to my workshop on Victoria St. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with barrels and the smell of wood shavings. I’m all set to work on this custom barrel for a local winery. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Bro, you gotta come to the park. There’s a giant inflatable duck!” I’m like, “What?!”
So, I drop everything. I mean, who can resist a giant inflatable duck? I race over to Redwood Park, and there it is—this massive yellow duck, just chillin’ on the grass. Kids are running around, laughing, and I’m just standing there, grinning like an idiot. It’s ridiculous, but it’s also kinda beautiful, ya know?
But then, outta nowhere, the wind picks up. I’m talkin’ serious gusts. The duck starts wobbling, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the duck!” But it’s too late. The thing lifts off the ground! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, who knew a duck could fly?
After the duck drama, I head back to work, still chuckling. But then, I get to the workshop, and my tools are gone! Like, poof! I’m fuming. Who steals a cooper’s tools? I’m pacing around, cursing under my breath. I mean, come on, Redwood! We’re a small town!
I decide to take a walk down to the police station on Charles St. Maybe they can help. I’m ranting to the officer, and he’s just nodding, trying not to laugh. I’m like, “Dude, this is serious!” But he’s all, “You should’ve locked ‘em up better.” Ugh, thanks for the advice, Sherlock.
Finally, I head back to the workshop, defeated. But wait! There’s a note on my door. “Your tools are safe. Meet me at the old mill.” I’m like, “What the heck?” So, I grab my jacket and head over to the mill on Mill Rd.
When I get there, it’s my buddy, Tom. He’s got my tools! Turns out, he borrowed them for a project. I’m relieved but also kinda annoyed. I mean, a heads-up would’ve been nice! We laugh it off, and he offers me a beer. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”
As the sun sets over Redwood, I’m sitting there, sipping my beer, and I realize something. This town, with all its quirks and craziness, is home. From the juggling pine cone guy to the flying duck, it’s all part of the charm.
So yeah, my day was a wild ride. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Redwood, where the unexpected is the norm, and every moment is a story waiting to happen. Cheers to that!