Some weird jazz has been swirling around me in the last two weeks, and I can’t help but wonder if something apocalyptic is brewing in my realm.
Still though, strange.
- I noticed something was up with Catwalker 2 last weekend when I was talking a walk and eyeing everyone’s landscaping choices. (I’ll admit I’m a bit like Tom Hanks’ character in The ‘Burbs.) I spied two unfamiliar women wearing matching shirts and walking a total of five dogs. I figured they were dog walkers, and I went on my way. When I rounded the corner to return home, I saw these dog walkers chatting with Catwalker 2, whom, you may recall, is presumably terrified of dogs. It appeared to be a completely cheerful, comfortable conversation. (Hmmm. She’s either had some miraculous therapy, or she specifically hates my dog, my mom’s dog, and/or me.)
- Had I not been driving, I would have tried to capture this next anomaly on video: a man was simultaneously smoking a cigarette and vigorously jogging. He was a lanky, white-bearded octogenarian wearing a legit track suit and a driving cap. Having grown up in North Carolina, I’m certainly familiar with folks who smoke and who also exercise. But I have never seen someone doing both at the same time, and I must say that it shows enormous dedication. I mean, this guy was committed: he wants his Camel, and he wants to get in a run. Why choose? Check, and check.
- On my way home from the same jaunt to the store, I caught site of a disconcertingly covered man driving in the car behind me. Picture this: it’s a thousand degrees and sunny. The man has on sunglasses. (Reasonable – so do I.) He’s wearing a hoodie with the hood up. (Getting a lil cray.) And he has a wide, pastel-striped winter scarf wrapped over his mouth and neck. And he’s driving toward a bank. (Hmmmm, I’m gonna head on away from here right about now.)
- You know those key fob-style store loyalty cards? I’ve got a whole mess of them, and I keep them on a dedicated ring so I can readily produce any given card to claim my discounts and bonuses. Anyway, I’m not awesome about keeping all my details and info updated. (I have other talents.) And yesterday, I was buying a ream of card stock at one of the big office stores. The cashier scanned my items (including a plethora of minutiae gathered by my son) and my card, which was rejected. “Card not found. You gotta number?” I told him not, that I hadn’t been maintaining my info. “Oh well, no worries,” I conceded. He looked up at me and said, “It’s fine. I’ll just give you five dollars off.” WHAT?!? I don’t need to tell you how super-psyched I was about that scenario. Never had my laziness produced such a sweet outcome at the hands of a generous stranger.
Nothing out of the ordinary has happened to me today, but I’m hopeful. How about you?