Ms. Magoo

A weird week to say the least.  My partner got laid off from his job. While disruptive, it is a good thing in the long run for many reasons. But that’s another post. From the moment he came home, it seemed crazy things kept happening around me.  When I stopped at 7-11 to get gas a woman started raging and calling me a slew of bad words. Okay, this isn’t a PG blog.  Here’s what she did, she leaned over like she was constipated, double flipped me off, then screamed “Fucking bitch whore slut!!” Now, I’ve been called almost all of those things, but never all of them in a row.  “Someone’s having a bad day,” I said and I got in my car. She pulled away, then stopped her car and screamed the lovely epithets again, flipping me off some more, in case I didn’t get the message the first time.

images-1Meth much?  Then while I drove down a side street that afternoon, I crossed a main thoroughfare and just as I passed to the other side I heard a loud screech of brakes and then saw two cars hit each other with such tremendous impact that they bounced off one another, then spun back toward opposite corners of the intersection. A wreck out of a Quentin Tarantino film. In my rearview mirror, I spotted one driver walking to the other car, then stepping back aghast. I kept driving onward, as a crowd had gathered and 911 had been called. But it was pretty clear someone didn’t make their next appointment.images

The next day, I went for a peaceful hike in the countryside with a friend. The trail empty of other hikers, the air quiet and many trees stood like skeletons dead from the drought. When the mountain lion growled at us to get out of his territory, that’s when I knew my adrenalin had reached its peak for the week.

I felt like I’d been walking over land mines, like Mr. Magoo walking along oblivious to narrowly missed dangers along my way.  Only I wasn’t oblivious.

What does this have to do with getting older, to living the better half of my life?  I found it was a reminder that survival continues day-t0-day.  I know I handled each situation with much more patience than I ever would in, say, my 20s or 30s.  That’s not to say I wasn’t scared to death each time.

It’s a new week.  Whew.

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  1. Katherine Scott Crawford
    Feb 19, 2014 @ 12:24:03

    Holy mackerel (or should I say, mountain lion?) Batman. What a day. Yes, the universe had to have been speaking of you. I like your analysis of it. Stay safe, my friend!

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