Lunch with old Cleint
It also reminded me that even though we are getting more snow, spring is around the corner.
Vapor life... My life as it is, as it should be. *********************************************************************************************************** Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep. Fran Lebowitz (1950 - )
I told you I am obsessive.
Today at the park, I found the Knife.
It was getting dark, I was retracing my steps for the fourth day in a row while on the daily dog run. There it was on the foot path sticking out of the ice. There must have been 50 foot prints with in feet of the thing. Gator tracks, pet and animal tracks… and yet I found it. Others may have found it because once found I could not get it out of the ice. Seriously it was under an inch of ice on the one end. You see on Sunday, the day after I lost it, it got really warm and everything was slushy, and then it got super cold. This encased it in the ice Han Solo/carbonite style, it took me 10 min chipping it out of the ice, in the dark, with the substitute case knife that I have been carrying.
4 days in the park, sitting in the snow, encased in ice… and walking out of the park it was in my jacket pocket again… just like my dream… weird.
I am one lucky bastard.
I have a friend who boldly states that he never losses anything. I find this hard to believe.
I, on the other hand I have lost things.My mind, my patience, even my supper. Its when I loose stuff that is bugs me the most. I have written about this before (see previous posts *here* and *here*) usually it is when I am Sick, or Tired and not paying attention... But when I loose something I normally keep good track of it is infuriating.
And I go crazy, I am obsessive about a few things, and by obsessive I mean I will look for this thing for hours, days,months, forsaking all other plans driving people mad but its just so irritating I have to know. I just have to. I have even been dreaming about it, BTW according to my dream it is in my coat pocket, with a crumpled up paper towel. It life, however, it is still not there.
This is my pocket knife again; it is the one I carry every day. It is the one I have lost before and it has shown up again. But this time, I am not so sure.
I have not given up all hope, I mean I once lost a cell phone in the snow for months before finding it again (crazy story I dried it, took it apart, cleaned it and it worked… true story). I lost my fathers ring, one of the few things I have of his since his death, for seven years… yep seven, years only to find it again while ripping up the carpet at the cabin last summer due to an unexpected flood. So all is not lost, yet until a long time passes or I find the wayward knife, I will be walking around, driving everyone crazy, with one eye out for the thing.
This morning the “Gang” (and by gang I mean SaraH, Ali, and Scott) at the Drowsy Parrot were talking about this blog, so I decided to leave a little post in case they stopped by.
I wanted to take their photo and place it up here but they scattered when the phone came up. I found this old picture of the Parrot *here* and thought I would place it up here, artwork credit to this J. Copley dude and the AA Observer.
Do not forget to use the search for fun things like "parrot" or "Tanner". Please feel free to look around, leave a comment or two… and I will see you in the morning.
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
"Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember…Just you don’t park like an asshole.”
Now that I am older I realize bad parkers fall into two categories: Stupid or Assholes. I really have a hard time putting up with either. If you are so stupid to park that way then you are too stupid to drive. If you have to take up two spots so your precious car won’t get scratched, you should be flogged and your car should be taken away.
I know it is not your fault, you were dropped on your head, and you did not have someone to tell you it’s only a car. Apparently no one taught you any better.
So for all of you fatherless bastards driving out there just remember…. Don’t park like an asshole.
Schakolad Ann Arbor.
While driving today a rip-in the space/time continuum opened up and this AMC eagle station wagon appeared in a cloud of smoke and the smell of brimstone right in front of me.
Bringing back memories of early to mid eighties, this ugly duckling for the 4x4 world was actually a pioneer in the soon to be SUV craze. Just a little to ugly a little to early.
Yet here one was, just driving down the road like they missed their exit and ended up in the wrong decade.
( I almost forgot, this is not the first time a AMC has caught my eye)
After dealing with people on crack all day it was ironic that at the park, while testing the ice at the park, it cracked like a scene right out of a cartoon.
I stood on the edge only to hear…. Creek... crrickkkk… crickkkkkkkk….
I literally watched as this crack creped along the edge of the pond. Hard to tell from this photo but total length about 35 feet.
Later, in the wooded area, the light snow revealed a rabbit super highway.No wonder I have seen coyotes in the area.