September 14, 2012
The flash of black in the leafy green vegetation
didn’t register in my still awakening mind.
What did?
The driver standing next to the vehicle, climbing
aboard and getting on his cell phone.
Of course my curiosity was aroused. In the 37 years
I’d lived in this house, I’d never seen this happen before. Out on my front
porch I watched the driver’s animated face and gestures. Something was
certainly up.
The look on my face must have been comically confused.
He flashed me a big grin, pointed over his
shoulder with his thumb and said, “Your bin fell into the truck and was
crushed.”
That scene took place on Friday morning. On Monday
morning a clean yard debris bin sat in my yard!
Reading this, you may wonder if this is the most
exciting real life mystery I’ve ever experienced. My answer would be ‘it
depends’. (Actually ‘it depends’ is one of my most favorite answers to
virtually any question).
There was the time when a piece of peacock stone
came off my Crone Staff at a Women of the 14th Moon Ceremony. I
looked Every Where for it. The next year I spied something glittering in the
grass – a piece of peacock stone.
I used to be an avid reader of mysteries. Sherlock
Holmes (I’ve the Complete Unabridged Edition); Agatha Christie, and Lillian
Braun “The Cat Who…” were favorites I read and reread. These days the mystery
needs to be layered into an Historical or Contemporary Romance for me to have a
chance of reading it.
Over the years I’ve had lots of opportunities to solve
problems/mysteries as a child protective service worker, geriatric case
manager, professional guardian, and emergency responder nights and weekends for
vulnerable adults. These days, while I do still work one night a week and one
weekend a month as an emergency responder for vulnerable adults, my main goal is
to figure out how to reduce or eliminate the everyday mysteries in my life.
© 2012 Judith Ashley
5 comments:
LOL! What a fun post, Judith!
I love your self-deprecating sense of humor.It's very Canadian (one of the many things I like about our Northern neighbors), although I know you were born and raised here in Oregon.
One of your many charming qualities.:)
I love the peacock stone story. I have a similar one:
I found a lovely, intact, three-inch shell in Hawaii last year, and when I attempted to take it back through security with me (we were on a cruise, and the ship had strict regulations) the woman took it away from me. Her excuse was they couldn't x-ray into it, and there could be hidden explosives or something. I was furious.
Well, two days later, while waiting for the flight home, I found another perfect shell - in a cactus garden. Seriously. How did it get there? I was meant to take home a shell!
Goose bumps come with your story, Tam. And, obviously you were meant to take home a shell.
I'm looking forward to your guest post at RTG coming up on 10/29!
It's wonderful when the mysteries are somewhat controllable. Like you, I have faced the mystery of looking for keys, remembering people and places, and yes even pills. Fortunately, there are lots of habits I've employed--writing things down, keys in one place on holder, and one of those pill holders with days of the week. Now the only mystery is sometimes which day of the week is it? Fortunately, I can always refer to the top of the morning newspaper. :)
Those habits have saved me more than once. It is worth being bored (I like a lot of variety in my life) to have essential things in their place.
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