Sometimes the most outlandish conversations are the best. Not too long ago, I had a pretty interesting conversation about aliens with a good friend. Laugh if you will, but I love digging into the “what ifs” that most people avoid. Of course, it wasn’t just that conversation that lead to this alien owl. One of my Pandora stations has played Katy Perry’s E.T. at least 4 times today. Maybe this post will get Pandora to play something else?
One of my favorite movies is Bridge to Terabithia. One of my favorite quotes is “[With a] Mind like yours wide open, you could create a whole new world.” The key to keeping your mind wide open is keeping your eyes wide open and taking in what you see. Really taking it in with a mindset of “what if” not “it’s always.” I’ve logged hundreds of miles on two local trails. Each time I set out, I have to remind myself that there will be something new and interesting on that same old trail. Sometimes it’s an unexpected encounter with wildlife, but other times it’s a new spin on something that’s always been there. It’s a fun state of mind to have, even if it’s not one that “adults” or “professionals” should have.
This one is just a day late, but a migraine and possible allergic reaction to who knows what knocked me out last night. No worries, though. You’ll get two posts today.
And now a bit about these owls…Yesterday, a friend and I ran a benefit garage sale in my front yard.The weather seemed to be cooperating. It wasn’t scorching hot, as it has been for days, and the forecast called for a possibility of pop up thunderstorms.
I assured my friend that the chance of us actually getting rained on was slim. For the last few days thunderstorms have literally split up around the area around my home. We’d see a storm coming straight for us on the radar, and it would break up around our street or the street just north of us, giving us only sprinkles but great views of lightning and a few rumbles of thunder.
All day long, the dark threatening clouds would pop up on one side or another but nothing ever came of them–they seemed to go around us. About an hour before we were planning on wrapping up, we noticed some pretty nasty clouds to the north and laughed and joked, knowing they were not going to actually hit us. A nice crack of thunder and suddenly we are in a serious down pour. We scrambled to save what we could and spent the next 30 minutes or so packing everything up in the rain. Of course, just as we finish the rain lets up, the sun breaks through, and her husband showed up.
It’s always interesting to watch several girls chase after the same boy. Back in college, a friend of mine had a fan club that would occasionally walk past his dorm room. It was quite funny, really. We’d hear obnoxious laughter at the end of the hall that would fade as it approached the doorway. And then silence. One head would pop around the corner, whisper “He’s there!” Mad whispering, loads of shushing, silence. Suddenly several girls would pop their heads into the doorway for a quick glimpse of him and run squealing away. Of course, this friend never believed the attention was for him. The rest of us knew better. I wonder if this owl gets it.
Today’s owl is having one of those sleepy, can’t-quite-wake-up days. You know the ones where you feel like you’re walking through water and your brain is functioning just enough to get you to 5:00. No amount of coffee, energy drink, or vitamins will clear the sleep from your body. The only thing you can do is climb back into bed several hours early and hope that morning does not come too soon.
I can’t believe I’ve made it this far–45 unique owls, that’s just awesome! Today’s owl is a celebration of being unique. I don’t know about you, but I love all the unique things about me. I’m happy that I’ve become my own person with my own dreams and goals. Sure, some paths on my journey have been a bit tough, but I’ve still managed to find the real me…and I’d say I’m pretty awesome, even with my quirks.
I hope you can celebrate your uniqueness, too!
My paternal grandmother was a real character. She was known for saying “well sheeeeeeeeeeeyit” and for wearing some of the ugliest moo moos ever made. She was a rough woman. She grew up in poverty and raised her children in poverty. She developed a mindset of taking care of herself and her children first. No one else mattered, not even her grandchildren.
I can remember watching my father eat a huge meal, as I fought back tears and tried to keep my grumbling stomach quiet. She heard my stomach growl and snapped at me that I should keep it down so he could enjoy his meal. If I was lucky, I might get his leftovers. No matter what he did to me, she supported him, always reminding me that he was more important. As far as I was concerned, she was just as evil as he was.
Needless to say, I cut contact with that entire side of the family as soon as I could. It’s been over a decade since I’ve spoken with my grandmother, and I haven’t regretted it one bit. I have a pretty happy life without all of their drama.
This past weekend, I received a call saying she was dying. I struggled with my feelings. On one hand, that’s further proof that that chapter in my life is through. On the other, it’s wrong to feel a sense of relief about a family member’s death, right? After talking with some very awesome friends, I realized that I deserve that sense of relief. She let me go through hell, and I had to fight every step of the way to get out of that family and their criminal mindset. I’m free now, and I’m not going back. I’m sorry her life is ending before she can try to fix the many wrongs she has done. I really am, but I won’t miss her when she’s gone.
I’ve decided that I’ll donate money to the domestic violence shelter that helped us escape. Lord knows her sons drove enough women there, with her full support of every punch, kick, and stab.
Just a note: I’m sorry if you find this post offensive. I don’t buy into sugar-coating the lives of people who have died. That’s the same as dismissing the wrongs they have done to others.
I know the title is Creepy Owl, and this guy really doesn’t look so creepy. But with a little context he could be. During today’s quick 3 mile run, I passed another runner wearing a hoodie and aviator glasses. Not exactly what you wear on a 90 degree day, unless you’re up to something. Most runners nod, wave, or smile (kinda) when crossing paths. Not this creep. He ignores me, and then does a u-turn just around the bend. The trail we were on is a short loop through the woods. His u-turn made no sense, since it would have made more sense to exit the trail at that point. That’s when I decided today’s work out would be a sprint through the woods, across a few barely used trails, and straight to the sheriff’s barn. The creep was nowhere to be seen when I got to the barn and told the park ranger about him. Thank goodness I know that park so well!