There are a few repeat photos in this blog, but since the last few years’ worth of photos were deleted I’m reposting the photos.
It’s a busy time of year full of dance practice until 9 and homework until 11. It’s dark by dinner and cold enough for snow. My fingers are so cold they no longer react with the touch screen on my phone.
May is my favorite month for many reasons.
… and wonder what you are.
It’s still coming this way.
I forgot a death in my last post. Last fall after hearing a thud we went outside to investigate and this is what we found.
How could this turkey NOT see our house? Was it a daydreamer and staring into space as it flew through the air?
Speaking of death, I thought I was possibly going to die last week. I was out running before work.
(Mom, please stop reading now. I’ll tell you this story later…like in 30 years)
It was still a little dark so I stayed out of the woods and on the paved path…ya know…to be safe.
Not far into my run a junky truck slooooowly crept past. At the top of the hill the truck turned into a driveway and parked there for a minute.
I turned around heading back to my car in case the truck was plotting a possible abduction. My plan to dress in camouflage and be invisible to traffic may have failed. The truck turned back down the hill past me again very sloooowly.
At the base of the hill the truck did a U-turn and turned back around heading my way once again. I stopped, dropped a pin in my GPS coordinates, punched in 911 on my keypad ready to call and got my pepper spray situated. The truck pulled along side the side of the road about 50 feet in front of me. I thought, “Oh shit, there’s two dudes in the truck… I wanted to use this pepper spray on a bear not like this….would have been way cooler…and how much pepper spray is in these things anyway? Damn it, a shitty end of the year and now THIS?”
I had to pass the truck to get to my car. I waited for another car to come down the road (ya know for witnesses…) before running as fast as I could past the truck. A man got out of the truck and circled around the back of the truck. A short foot bridge railing separated me from the men and the truck.
As I tore across the bridge, closer to the man, I was stopped by the sight of him leaning over a deer that was sitting along the side of the road.
I heard myself ask, “Oh a deer. So that’s why you stopped?”
The man silently raised his arm over his head and slammed a crowbar into the deer’s skull in response to my question. Crowbar to skull makes a loud cracking sound.
I ran like hell back to my car a half mile down the path beating my HIGH SCHOOL half mile record by a LONG shot in that run.
Even though I logically knew the guys had hit the deer, saw it wasn’t dead and were coming back to do the nice thing and put the doe out of her misery, I was still a little fearful the skull cracking guy may have gotten a taste for death during his crow bar swinging and my skull may be next.
So now I take my morning jog inside my garage and it it totally lame in comparison. But no more running out in the dark, I promise.
I was caught in the dark running in the woods the other day. I don’t have time for these shorter days.
I made it out of the woods despite the leaf-covered trail.
There were lots of noises as critters ran through dried leaves. I was a little scared I was going to accidentally startle a skunk and get sprayed and less afraid I was going to get stalked and eaten by a mountain lion. It was great to hear the stream since that meant I was close to the trailhead.
Here’s the same video essentially, but taken during the day.
I went to visit a friend who moved from Michigan to North Carolina with several friends….. I’m the one without shoes. (just like at home!) Things are casual in this beach town. I was shoeless later in the evening because the floor was made out of sand. Sand! Between the sand and decks, Carolina Beach is officially not heel-friendly city. Always carry a shoe-sized purse…. or don’t wear shoes.
And we all brought our kids…. and that was loud….
And we visited the ocean…. Don’t look up Leah!
And found out my finger nails are as dirty as a six year old boy’s….
These photos were taken before the trip to the ocean on a fresh water lake in Michigan….
I blissfully watched this storm from midnight until 2am one night.
Now it’s back to sports practices and school prep…. and back to the woods before they close for hunting in a few short and sad weeks.
These are blurry because they’re taken at the top of an uphill at the end of the run. I still like them because it’s exciting (to me) knowing you may have to dive off the path any minute to avoid getting run over.
always looking for a good spot to dive and roll (:
One way I stay a drama-free Mama is to write a quick daily list of the things I’m grateful for. The other is running in the woods.
I usually hit the woods after morning coffee, which means by the time I get to the spot I illegally park to jump on the trail I have to pee.
(I use a very discreet deer path away from the trail and check my ass for deer ticks as routinely as I brush my teeth.)
Last week a police officer pulled up to my illegal parking spot as I jumped out of my car… on my way to pee.
Police Officer: (rolls down his window)Is everything okay Miss?
Me: Not really.
Police Officer: What seems to be the problem?
Me: The problem is that I have to pee super bad and I don’t want a ticket for indecent exposure….and your car is blocking my regular pee spot.
Police Officer: (Laughs and gives me a high five) Ha that’s funny. Well then, sorry to disturb you. Enjoy your day.
Me: Good thing we high fived before I peed huh?
Police Officer: You’re crazy. Have a good one.
I put thankful for not being arrested, ticketed or made to follow parking rules on my grateful list.
I had an even funnier exchange a few minutes later on the trail, but will save that story for another day. It did involve another person saying, “You’re crazy.” while laughing.
This week I received a book containing one of my photos. I was published in a real live book… with a cover and pages and everything! This was a great raft to cling to amidst a crap week. I put being published on my grateful list.
At this point I took off for a few hours and completely forgot about the Monarch and its emergence. It’s been a loooooong week and I’m a bit distracted. Eventually I found the butterfly and brought it outside.
And that wraps up the last few days ’round here.