OK, I’ve never done a two-blog. I try to be very concise. Give you a nibble, not a 3-course meal with coffee. But if I wrote ALL the strange things that happened to me on Saturday in one long blog, you’d hate me for taking up so much of your time.
So part two of my day.
Having survived a marauding lady deer, we continued our hike. Anders loves to give me options of the routes we can take, and as I considered the two that he proposed, I wished that somehow we could end up walking past these houses that I’ve heard are perched up in the woods. I mean that literally. Occupants of these homes have to walk up long, winding dirt paths from the car park to get to their houses. Cool in nice weather. A bitch, I’m certain, in the rain with groceries and a crying child. This thought had nothing really to do with the two options he gave me. It just popped into my head. I noticed it, and let it go. Very Northern California of me. We chose a direction and set off.
Now again, we do a lot of hiking. Over the course of 20 years with this man, I’ve taken a million steps. Most of them have been with a dog in tow. Never has a dog of mine killed a defenseless bunny, but guess what? Yup, today was the day. She did one of her signature hop moves into a bush, I heard the distinctive crunching noise of something going very badly, and when I turned and gasped, she dropped the adorable, gray, still-trembling but very much in the last moments of its life bunny. I stood there with my hands covering my mouth, muttering, “Oh noooo, nooo, nooo,” endlessly until Anders snapped me out of it and told me there was nothing to do.
My dog is now a bunny killer. Certainly the world must be coming to an end soon, because this just was so not ok with me. We continued on, and at this point figured there was nothing to lose to go down some new paths we had never tried before. I mean, what are the odds of MORE strange things happening? I let the man with the internal compass lead, and after having not passed another living soul for an hour of walking, we passed a mom and young girl in a deeply wooded area. Soon thereafter the trail dead ended. Unless this young girl was part goat, I’m at a loss to understand where they came from. Because it seemed so … odd … we continued to look for the path. Stomping through undergrowth and through a little creek, we realized that there was nothing on the other side and we needed to turn around. As I looked down to pick my way back across the water, I noticed a submerged old glass bottle. Now, I love finding old bottles in our yard. It happens every so often, when we are digging somewhere, as our yard back during the turn of the century when this house was built was the dump. And here were funky old bottles just half submerged in the muck, calling to me. Cool. Very very cool. I dug up two and was going for my third when Anders told me it was getting dark and we needed to go back down the trail to find another way out.
Do you know where this is going? The way out, a path we had never gone down before, was the SAME one I had wished to find. We passed the houses tucked up on the hillside, and even some woman carrying up her groceries. As we exited this area, there was a wedding reception in the grove of redwood trees, yellow lights twinkling and beautiful people in love.
Had my thought really manifested in this action? On this day, it sure did.
So. We made it home. Didn’t get hit by a car, or see a streaker, or have any other animals burst into song. It seemed that the crazy part of the day was over. We made appetizers, I made a fire in the outdoor fireplace, we poured ourselves a nice glass of wine and sat down for a game of Scrabble. A party at the house above us was in full swing, the happy conversations of young people laughing mixing with the music we had on the stereo.
I commented on how much I loved the moment. Perfection.
Until the sound of something unexpected thunked off the wood trellis above our heads and smashed onto stone somewhere near. And the party sounds above us ceased right about the time Anders screamed “Your Party is Over.” My lame-o “That was so uncool” hardly encapsulated how un-cool it was.
Some dumb-ass drunk kid decided it was bright to try and pick us off with a missile of a glass Bud bottle thrown from 150 feet away off their deck. Because it might have been the end of the world for one of us, and then it would have been the end of the world for the one left.
So, in review: Deer. Bunnies. Glass bottles both old and uncovered from decades in the muck and new and thrown with a crash into our midst. Ideas coming to life. Weddings. And yes, the cops. In my house. Any one of these situations would have made for a unique day. You know, dinner table conversation. But mixed together into a melange of strangeness, it qualified, at the end of the day, as quite a day indeed.
Was your Saturday as strange as mine? Please tell me yes, it will make me feel better.