I scrambled over enormous rocks, some the size of cars and buses, left by the receding Wisconsin glacier 12,000 years ago. The trail map said the route we were on was “steep and treacherous,” which encouraged us to keep going to see just how steep and just how treacherous. The woods were quieter than anyplace I’d ever been, yet in my dreams the rocks are calling me to return.
On my way into the grocery store I admired the unusual pumpkins displayed outside… orange with warts, a muddy aqua and soft yellow. I wanted to buy one of each, but since I’d already bought plenty of orange pumpkins, I couldn’t justify buying these beauties too.
On my way out of the store, a mother, and her daughter, about 8 years old, approached the pumpkins. Mom said curtly, “Look at those ugly pumpkins.” Her daughter looked at the pumpkins and kept looking at them as she walked by. She didn’t answer her mother who now raised her voice, “Those pumpkins are really ugly.” Her daughter didn’t say a word. Maybe she thought they were beauties too.
A friend recently faced a choice which to me would have been an over-the-top frightening choice.
If you found – and know for sure – that the spider you found in your garage was a Black Widow, would you capture it and release it outside away from your home or would you kill it?
I wouldn’t have made the same choice my friend made. But in both cases I would’ve needed help executing the plan since I’d have been too afraid to do either. And you?
(By the way, I have no idea what a Black Widow looks like but I imagine it’s big and scary.)
I love encounters like this one…
I heard someone digging and grunting and cursing. I went around the side of the house to see. Across the street, a man in a hardhat and fluorescent vest was digging with gusto around the bottom of the telephone pole. He finished and moved on to another pole. Another guy came along walking half in the road.
We saw each other.
“Be careful on this road,” I said and waved.
“I learned that the first day here, Ma’am.”
Did he just call me Ma’am? You don’t hear that in the Northeast.
“It’s a fast road,” I said.
“I’m here from Texas working on your poles.”
“Wow. I guess we need help.”
“Some beautiful homes here.”
“It’s a nice area. Good Luck,” I said.
“Ma’am,” and he touched his hard hat.