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CreepingThyme of Flourish
Aug. 22nd, 2019 09:34 pmAfter a week of suboptimal sleep time, I finally stayed asleep last night. I woke up on the dot of 4, but went back to sleep, although it was touch and go for awhile. So I got up late. We had been thinking about going to the big lake, but by the time we were up, it seemed too late for a day trip. It was noon-ish before I got out for a walk, so I didn't expect to see any frogs or the heron, but I pushed my way through the stalks and foliage to the edge of the pond and looked anyway. Nope, all was quiet in the midday sun. But as I turned down the path into the woods, a beautiful Northern green frog hopped right across my way. I should say shot across, because he was going lickety-split. I was so happy to see that. Because I was looking down, I saw a shadow of wings pass over, and when I looked up, there were two BIG black crows watching me from a hickory tree. They were silent until I said "Hello, there." Then they started croaking loudly and flew off in a huff with three or four others who appeared out of the leaf shadows.
As I continued, I passed a mom pushing a stroller, with three or four older kids running ahead. I waved and smiled. She smiled back a bit uncertainly, and then continued to gaze at me in a slightly odd way. She didn't speak, so I wondered why she kept looking at me. When I emerged from the path into the parking lot, another woman, older this time, waved to me and called out a greeting. I smiled, waiting to see what she wanted. "I was just coming to see you!" she said. I paused. "Oh--I thought you were someone else," she said. She, too, seemed to be looking at me with unusual concentration. "You looked like someone else, in the light," she said, pointing in the general direction of the sunglow. "I thought you were someone I knew." I walked on. Why are these people looking at me? I wondered. Then I realized that I was wearing my "YOU DON'T KNOW ME/ Federal Witness Protection Program" t-shirt. I guess they had been staring because they were reading my shirt and going WTF. It's possible that there is something else about me that is odd today, but that's my best guess.
Sorry people--I'm in witness protection today. I'm nobody you know. I'm the woman who only talks to crows. I'm a witness to many things, and sometimes I am forced to testify, but I prefer not to. That's why I need witness protection. In view of this, I admit that my "writing" these days has been mostly a memoir-ish recording of the trip to Illinois to bury my mother. I feel a need to write down everything I saw before it evaporates. I worked on it some more this afternoon, while sitting by the small-l lake, until it suddenly became too painful. I went home, and the Sparrowhawk went off to the gym. I meant to work on my action figure project some more, but I ran out of gas.
As I continued, I passed a mom pushing a stroller, with three or four older kids running ahead. I waved and smiled. She smiled back a bit uncertainly, and then continued to gaze at me in a slightly odd way. She didn't speak, so I wondered why she kept looking at me. When I emerged from the path into the parking lot, another woman, older this time, waved to me and called out a greeting. I smiled, waiting to see what she wanted. "I was just coming to see you!" she said. I paused. "Oh--I thought you were someone else," she said. She, too, seemed to be looking at me with unusual concentration. "You looked like someone else, in the light," she said, pointing in the general direction of the sunglow. "I thought you were someone I knew." I walked on. Why are these people looking at me? I wondered. Then I realized that I was wearing my "YOU DON'T KNOW ME/ Federal Witness Protection Program" t-shirt. I guess they had been staring because they were reading my shirt and going WTF. It's possible that there is something else about me that is odd today, but that's my best guess.
Sorry people--I'm in witness protection today. I'm nobody you know. I'm the woman who only talks to crows. I'm a witness to many things, and sometimes I am forced to testify, but I prefer not to. That's why I need witness protection. In view of this, I admit that my "writing" these days has been mostly a memoir-ish recording of the trip to Illinois to bury my mother. I feel a need to write down everything I saw before it evaporates. I worked on it some more this afternoon, while sitting by the small-l lake, until it suddenly became too painful. I went home, and the Sparrowhawk went off to the gym. I meant to work on my action figure project some more, but I ran out of gas.
