“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

6.09.2008

Of ducks & dogs & painting suns


It has been a very strange weekend. Weird juju all around. Lulu, which I just noticed rhymes with juju - not that any of this is her doing - is in town for a few days. Thursday evening as we were driving to dinner, we were delayed at an intersection by an teeny, tiny baby duck who was quite confused & quite scared & quite running in circles in the middle of the road. I wouldn't drive forward, stopping all the traffic behind me, and it was impossible to catch the poor thing. Bad vibes all around, but eventually he/she managed to get up onto the sidewalk & into the grass of someone's front yard & then disappeared around a curve. Where it came from, who knows?

The weird vibes continued. Sunday, Katie, Lulu & I drove over to Gladewater, the supposed antiques capital of East Texas, but today I am thinking not-kind thoughts about the store owners. For some odd reason almost all the stores were closed - they are usually open. One store had a sign that said "Open Sunday - Sometimes." (I am quite tempted to link to that store's website, but I will be nice.) While we stood on a sidewalk discussing this ridiculous turn of events, watching cars pass by, a big black dog suddenly appeared, running, chasing a car down the very middle of the street, in the middle of all the traffic. He was wearing a broken leash & we assumed he was chasing his owner's car, apparently having broken loose as they drove away, but the car didn't stop - just kept going. Another car stopped & the driver tried to entice the dog to get in, but to no avail. Mr. Dog continued to stay in the middle of the road, stopping traffic. It was very upsetting. However, all the drivers were on their toes (and their brakes) & managed to avoid the poor dog. He eventually turned into a small side street & Katie & I decided to go get him. I had a cup of water, an SUV (yes, I'd driven an SUV, using expensive gasoline, to visit an apparent antique ghost town), a way to take him somewhere - although where that where would be I had no idea. Approaching the dog, however, just scared him back into the middle of Main Street. Bad juju was thick in the air. So we walked away. And then, suddenly, coming back in the opposite direction, appeared the car the dog had originally been chasing - its occupants quite gleeful at the dog running alongside them - they were hanging out of the windows, laughing as the dog raced again down the street, in the oncoming traffic lane, to keep up with them. I cannot say enough bad things about them, so I won't say anything. They all disappeared from sight around a far curve.

At this point, a store actually opened. Insert several exclamation points here!!!! And even though by then none of us felt like browsing through stuff, we made an effort. I even found a beautiful embroidered handkerchief I wanted. But I couldn't get the woman who'd opened the store to sell me the silly thing because she was too busy talking to some friends. Loudly. About medical problems. (A BIG pet peeve of mine - please, please, please, I think, I don't want to hear the details. I could tell you stories about the conversations I've heard in restaurants, I could tell you about the meals left unfinished because someone felt it necessary to discuss their surgery or treatment or side effects while sitting 3 feet away from me. Good Lord, I'd rather they just had a cigarette & kept quiet.) Eventually I left the hanky on the counter & as we walked out, the woman told us "Thank you! Come back!" (Insert little symbols indicating swear words right here.) So we left dear little Gladewater (truthfully, usually one of my favorite places to while away a Sunday afternoon) and came home. Too much bad energy.

And now to painting the sun. I am not speaking to a certain photographer here at work, at least for today. I was given orders (that's how it felt) to paint a very simple background for him. On Wednesday afternoon. Had to be done by Monday. I told him it was a bad idea to put that much paint on a paper background, that it would wrinkle, but I was ignored. In addition, I listened to a little sham flattery about how couldn't I make it look more muted, more out-of-focus, me being such an artist and all. I told the ever-wonderful Michael it was a bad idea. But it's what was wanted. And it was a sun, which I thought was kind of funny, since I'd just declared my own personal solstice, so I worked on it. Thursday, Friday, Sunday morning - I was here at 7:33 a.m. And guess what? It's all wrinkled and all & the photographer is sorry, but he can't use it. More bad energy, more bad juju. Hence the cute little duck in the picture. (Something to cleanse my palate, as Robert would say - to turn the energy around.) A sweetie. A playful duck. A joyful duck. With a heart for an eye. Now that's a phrase I like. A heart for an eye. It's what I need today.

10 comments:

  1. Boy, I am glad that the weird juju didn't extend itself here to NM! Perhaps you can go on line an bid on a cradle for The Cradle Project!
    www.thecradleproject.org
    Tell all your friends! The on-line auction ends June 17th!
    Lots and lots of good energy surrounds this project! I hope everyone puts this link on their blog; the word needs to get out!

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  2. Paula - I think you just told them! What a cool thing, with cool things. Thanks!

    :) Debi

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  3. I love it, I love it, I love it! You remind me of Bailey White. It's always so fun stopping by to see you. Satch out for Lulu's Juju.

    Hugs,
    Cookie

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  4. Woah...bad vibes all around. A hug for you. I'm sorry your weekend was so full of shadows.

    This reminds me of a baby duck I came across last year all by himself... it just broke my heart. He was floating, the teeny little thing, in the open ocean of all places...right where a river flowed into the sea. He must have been carried by the river, away from his mother. I wanted so much to jump into the ocean and bring him in away from the hungry eyes of the soaring birds of prey above. He looked so small and vulnerable...I doubt he had even a sliver of a chance at life.

    I guess this isn't helping to make you feel better, is it? Now I am there with you in this bad energy...
    How bout some chocolate??

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  5. Oh, Jaime, that is heartbreaking!

    But things continue on & vibes change. I found a "peace offering" of gigantic home-grown cucumbers & squash from the-photographer-I'm-mad-at waiting for me when I got here this morning. Which is funny because I'd thought about stopping & buying a big bag of gingerbread pigs for him, but the electricity had gone off & I got sidetracked.
    But now I'm craving a gingerbread pig of my own.

    :) Debi

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  6. Mercury in retrograde. Until the 19th. I have had a router die, a fan die. A pump die, 3 dr. appointments disappear and other odd things. It is good tie to finish projects already started.
    Just hold on dearie, it'll get better.

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  7. Michelle - that's right! I forgot about the retrograde Mercury thing. And doesn't it get a little goofier right at the end and the beginning? If that's so, I just need to learn chill a little more through the next week. Thanks for the reminder!

    Debi

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  8. oh debi i loved this post... it had me on the edge of my seat/chair the entire thing! i read with increasing anxiety for where the part comes in that something extremely bad happens and please forgive me for my feeling of relief when i finally came close to the end and found your aggravation to be the worst that occurred during an extremely stressful series of events that threatened life and limb of a mini duckling and that black fool hardy hound! oh good heavens i do hope thy are both alive! and you dear friend have a heart of gold :) i will insert a few swear key/symbols in sympathy for your series of experiences of disrespect and inconsideration by the humans you came in contact with that week. except your friend, lulu (love, love the name!) and katie who were with you through it all. i am glad to be home and reading your delightful blog!
    xo

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  9. oh wow i just read jamie's comment and it made me very sad :) oh the heartbreak of being powerless is a terrible thing sometimes.
    xo
    i don't know the mercury thing but the 19th is close t hand!

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  10. Robin - Katie & I are now using the term "Lulu Juju" to describe weird happenings. It's not Lulu's fault, of course, but the term just has such a fun ring to it! Which helps keep things in perspective.

    :) Debi

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