Friday, August 9, 2019

I love nature - just keep it out of my lane of traffic


In the morning, I encounter all kinds of wild animals on my way to work.
I don’t go through major rural areas, but I do have woods that border some of the nicer properties in Brookfield, WI and a large pond in Menomonee Falls. Add to that the nature preserve just south of Mill Road and you have a breeding ground for all sorts of wild critters.
I have a few words for my wild friends.

Deer – look both ways, please. If you see a car coming, DON’T CROSS. I know that “suicide by car” is the dream of every deer who is suffering from low self-esteem or depression, but not my car, please.

Geese – (and ducks) YOU CAN FLY!!! Why you have to walk across the road is inconceivable to me. To make it worse, you walk single file and sometimes not even straight across. There is nothing more tempting than seeing if you can squish a whole line of geese with one swerve of wheels.

Wood Cranes – you are big and mean and I am really tired of watching you watch me while I go past. I don’t trust you and am sure you can run up and attack my car if you want to. And you did just that once and are lucky I didn’t panic and have an accident. Stay in the marshes and long grass and leave the pavement alone.

Coyotes – please, go away. You look sort of cute like dogs from a distance, and I would never hit a dog, but then you look mangy and disjointed once I get closer and I wouldn’t feel guilty tapping you to make my point. If you are hungry and looking for food, there are plenty of geese, ducks and wood cranes walking the roads to give you a feast for a while.

Joggers – oh yes, you are on the list too with walkers.  When there is a lane for running, biking and walking, please don’t go in the traffic lanes. If you want to be in the car lane, get a car, drive to the gym and run on a treadmill. If there is no lane for your activity, please walk towards traffic so you know when drivers are coming. And I figured out that the group of 4-6 women that I pass regularly, purposely put the one woman that is doing all the talking closest to the cars because it is obvious that 1) they don’t like her and 2)if someone has to go, let it be Chatty Kathy! On the bright side Chatty Kathy, the people at your funeral will be in very good shape.

Bicyclers – you are the best and the worst. If you stay to the side, are adequately illuminated and obey the traffic laws, I challenge you to run over the animals of my previous rant. If you are one of those who has no protective equipment, no reflective gear and think you are a car to be anywhere in the lane you want, you are a scourge on society and I hope you hit gravel, fall over and skin your knees.

Don’t get me started on other drivers because we all have our quirks. The difference is that the other cars can complain about me too so I won’t even open that can of worms.

It’s so nice to get this out of my system. I feel better.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

What a snoozer! (not the dog - that's a schnauzer!)


After reading my recent blogs about me, I have reached a conclusion. I am really boring.
I am not saying this to get you to contradict me or try to make me feel better. In fact, I may erroneously interpret those comments as encouragement and then there is no stopping me. We all know this would not be a good thing. .
I have to face my minuses and pluses and then figure out what the total is. In all honesty, I feel every day that my total is growing because every person I meet, every assignment I finish – those are pluses. But in a different way, every burden I overcome, every mountain I climb and every problem I solve… those are pluses too. The acts of living and being free to succeed or fail are pluses because one is active and the other learning. The acts of being hurt or disappointed or sad are pluses because they require me to think and analyze and put values on the reason I was hurt or disappointed or sad, and the awareness that I still stand regardless.
As it stands, I don’t feel bad about having a boring life. Not everyone can be the interesting one. I believe each of us was designed by God with a purpose. Being boring doesn’t mean I am not special; just not memorable. Being interesting doesn’t make you more special; just different.
Someone once told me they liked to visit me because there was no stress. I didn’t insist that we play games or take walks. I was just as happy sitting with them watching a movie than doing something active.
So I may refer to things in my life that have happened, but not in the “read about me” way I have addressed my earlier years. I need to keep the perspective that my life has been mine for a reason and everyone I meet or write about is part of me and probably more fun to read about because of my skewed view of life and problems.
My life is a compilation of experiences with people, places and things and while I am a ME ME ME person, I prefer to create a picture of people who have made me the wonderfully boring person I am.
So be prepared to meet the real me, as I tell you my stories; even the ones that don’t involve me.