This was good, right?
So I'm heading into work today. My days take a decidedly routine routine.
It's not really monotonous or anything, but pretty static. First thing, strap
the boy into the car seat. He asks for his truck book, then tells me
to turn on the stereo. "music, daddy." Ok. Tunes on...today is Phish.
Driver. He likes Driver a lot! Then come the shades. He asks for his.
"shades, daddy." I hand them to him. He fumbles w/'em, and invariably (but
not monotonally) puts them on upside down. "help!" We put 'em on right.
Then we head down the road.
It's a quiet road in a quiet 'hood. I like it. It soothes me when I have to leave
my house. I like day care too. He's happy, and I like all the hugs he gets
when he arrives. One little sweety likes to high five me, then she kisses the boy.
It's too cute, and it sets me up into the right frame of mind for my work day.
And that's how my days start during the week. Not bad, right?
Well today...and mind you that I AM NOT superstitious...we had the weird experience
of crossing paths with a black rabbit. This thing was jet black. It was blacker than a black bear.
It was goth it was so black. It was night. Like a January midnight, sleeping in the basement.
And it just sat there lookin at us. The boy saw it first...
..."bunny daddy!!" He sees everything, always first.
So I'm left to wonder, b/c I really can't shake the vision, nor do I want to. Is there
any speculation out there on the wind about black rabbits and portents of good
fortune? I figure that if rabbit feet are lucky, then whole rabbits left alive to imprint,
ne', sear,
their images into minds must be luckier, and if black cats aren't so lucky, well, maybe
somehow black rabbits are the opposite. Super lucky.
Whatever. Whatever they say out there on the wind about black rabbits, I know that I like what I remember...I like what I see...and my mind's eye and the mirror of my mind is usually a pretty good refraction of that which I saw and should retain. So...
...be it. It's good to be us! (The bunny told me.)
So I'm heading into work today. My days take a decidedly routine routine.
It's not really monotonous or anything, but pretty static. First thing, strap
the boy into the car seat. He asks for his truck book, then tells me
to turn on the stereo. "music, daddy." Ok. Tunes on...today is Phish.
Driver. He likes Driver a lot! Then come the shades. He asks for his.
"shades, daddy." I hand them to him. He fumbles w/'em, and invariably (but
not monotonally) puts them on upside down. "help!" We put 'em on right.
Then we head down the road.
It's a quiet road in a quiet 'hood. I like it. It soothes me when I have to leave
my house. I like day care too. He's happy, and I like all the hugs he gets
when he arrives. One little sweety likes to high five me, then she kisses the boy.
It's too cute, and it sets me up into the right frame of mind for my work day.
And that's how my days start during the week. Not bad, right?
Well today...and mind you that I AM NOT superstitious...we had the weird experience
of crossing paths with a black rabbit. This thing was jet black. It was blacker than a black bear.
It was goth it was so black. It was night. Like a January midnight, sleeping in the basement.
And it just sat there lookin at us. The boy saw it first...
..."bunny daddy!!" He sees everything, always first.
So I'm left to wonder, b/c I really can't shake the vision, nor do I want to. Is there
any speculation out there on the wind about black rabbits and portents of good
fortune? I figure that if rabbit feet are lucky, then whole rabbits left alive to imprint,
ne', sear,
their images into minds must be luckier, and if black cats aren't so lucky, well, maybe
somehow black rabbits are the opposite. Super lucky.
Whatever. Whatever they say out there on the wind about black rabbits, I know that I like what I remember...I like what I see...and my mind's eye and the mirror of my mind is usually a pretty good refraction of that which I saw and should retain. So...
...be it. It's good to be us! (The bunny told me.)
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