What a day!
I had to go to a couple banks for clients & more importantly, drive 70 miles to the mall to do some shopping. I dislike shopping even more than I dislike cooking so you know it was something I really had to do. (And no, didn’t find everything I needed, either.)
I was only a little over a mile from home, bemoaning the fact that I’d gotten stuck behind one of the neighbors that drives no faster than 20 mph (even on the 65 mph 4-lane) and it would be 2 more miles before I could go around him when in the gutter between the hood & windshield appeared a little furry face with whiskers. Yep, it was a mouse. It’s not the first time one has nested in my car but it is the first time I’ve actually seen one. (The other time the mechanic just found the nest.) Pulled over, cut the engine, opened the hood & banged on everything I could think of to encourage him to find another home. I hope he got out OK.
I’m not just a sucker for critters (although there is that). Mouse is my life-long spirit animal. Most folks think Mouse people are secretive. We’re not, really. Cautious is a better description, as well as being detail-oriented. His/her appearance (such a cutie-pie!) was probably a reminder to me of Mouse’s attributes during my day’s transactions.
The bank visits had me shaking my head. First, at one of my clients; second at the fresh-faced banker who felt it necessary to explain what had happened six times when I told him I understood the first time. I bit my tongue & didn’t tell him I’ve been dealing with banks longer than he’s been alive.
If I have to go to a store/mall to do shopping, I’m a woman on a mission. Get in, get the crap & get out. Rather difficult to do when every teenager in Atlanta was at that mall. Stopped at the food court for lunch & the teenaged cashier gave me a “senior” drink, i.e., free. I’m always happy to get something free but not so sure I like the idea of looking like I’m a senior! My hair’s not completely gray, yet!
Stopped at the mailbox on the way in (it’s 1.3 miles from the house) and thankfully, I looked before sticking my hand in. There was a brown recluse spider sitting on top of the envelopes. I’m glad to know he was more scared of me than I of him – he took off right away.
Then, almost home, a Red-Tailed Hawk paralleled me for about 1/10 mile before veering off & perching in a tree. He sat long enough for me to take a picture but the damned phone camera doesn’t do close-ups. I swear he wanted his picture taken because I had to stop the car, grab the phone & get out. As soon as I snapped the photo, he took off. (I’d post it but you really can’t see him unless you know what you’re looking for.) So, another message for me but I’m still puzzling that one out.
It’s 5:00 somewhere, right?
Red-Tail Hawk is a messenger and a protector who warns of danger.
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