First, while I like to take walks/sprints around my neighborhood and beyond....I have a tendency to pick up old screws, nails and sharp objects in the streets or off the side of the road. In the back of my mind I feel that this is one less chance that I wont run over it with my tire and get a flat. Karma? I also think that if I do this little bit of pre-tire rescue, I may be in turn- helping someone else avoid a bad day. This might sound like a nice gesture, or a little neurotic...I'm ok with either scenario, why split hairs~
But low and behold, earlier this week there was a construction truck that parked by me in the Fred Meyer parking lot. One of the workers had moved around some contents in the back bed leading to a nice sharp screw to be dropped behind my back tire.( I of course was very unaware of this as I was coming out of the store.) When I came out a young man bent over and picked up the screw and showed it to me stating "well this could have ended badly for you!" Karma returned?..fate?..whatever it was, this man was my hero for the day. And no flat tire! yay
Secondly...Ok, so this gets better and a little bizarre, in the coolest way possible..(er-go my favorite sign in Depoe bay, 7 miles north of me)....
As I stand in the parking lot looking up at the cloudy sky with just the right amount of sunshine popping through, I notice something strange in the white billowy yonder.....were my eyes playing tricks on me? Is my brain playing-find the picture in the shapes?? You know the game many of us played as young children? Laying on our backs in the grass, on a nice day, possibly a little bored and decide who can find the most unusual forms in the clouds.....
So, me, not relying on my own testimony of what I saw when I spoke abut this, I took a cell picture. This is what I got. Can you see it too?
I tell you what- maybe its because I'm a Seattle Seahawk fan, but here's my sign! haha. This is not a retouched or fake photo...you'll have to take my word on it. Maybe it's a sign from my sister who passed over a year ago. She was an amazing die-hard fan. Maybe she is still rooting from the great beyond! Wouldn't surprise me a bit! Sharing some of that good old team spirit! Many of us really get into rooting for our own team favorites. It's a kind of "play time" for adults. We've grown past the jungle gyms, the teeter totters, the swing sets ( well most of us have...yikes I'm giggling about that
statement) They are a thing of our past....( again, when will I grow up??!!..)
I think, in all honesty, I shall strive to keep as much kid excitement in my soul for as long as I live. I am a mature and responsible adult who can let her hair down and kick off my shoes and run through the grass, fly high on a swing up into the clouds of Seahawks and other animals and objects. I shall smile and giggle when someone says something unintentionally funny and call you my friend with joy in my heart...
And when the week is done and I sit down to read or write; I shall share my simply fun times. I shall let each day be my muse.
I'm rich in love and strange in a good way. Welcome to my week~
Peace out~
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