After hearing a couple of claps of thunder this morning, I knew I had better get in gear to run a few errands around town. Being the good farm girl that I am, I like to get out and about town early in order to beat the heat, crowds at Walmart and, in this case, rain. At least I was hoping for a good rain shower this morning, and the radar showed small pockets of rain moving across western Oklahoma. This time of year, rain is a novelty in our area, and much desired.
I first knocked out a trip to Walmart for a few groceries. Ours is a slow-to-rise community where people don’t get out and about until late morning. I have found that if I get to Walmart before 9:00, I pretty much have the place to myself and shopping is very pleasant. Being the hermit that I am, this is a real plus – I often meander through the entire store without running into anyone but the employees. As I put my shopping bags in the trunk after checking out, I noticed the sky was getting mighty dark to the north and west. I needed to blaze home, put my groceries away and finish my errands!
My second stop was at the post office, where I could not believe my luck. I walked right up to the window and mailed my package without waiting in line. Usually the post office was crowded with people until about 10:30. On top of this, our post office had cut their hours sometime back, which was a real inconvenience at times, but I was glad we at least still had a post office.
Back in the car, I headed down the main drag – a state highway that runs through town. As I drove along, I noticed two little boys who could not have been older than three or four years, walking along the highway with only t-shirts on that were way too big for them. I suspected they were adult-sized t-shirts. Neither boy had shoes on. I saw a lady down the block on her cell phone and decided she must be the mother or at least someone watching them.
Next, I made my stop at the pharmacy to pick up Bear’s medication. Again, I was the only customer in the building so my transaction was handled quickly. Heading back the way I came, I saw a police car in the distance. The police vehicle was parked on the side of the highway with its lights flashing, and an officer was exiting the vehicle. On the side of the road next to him, were those two little boys I had seen earlier. They looked scared, but the officer was quick to get on one knee, down to their level. I looked in the rear view mirror as I passed, and one of the boys was pointing back to the east, the direction they were walking from. I felt better as I made my way to the west, knowing that we had a good police force here. We had called on them recently a few times (Neighborhood Burglar) and they had been prompt, courteous, and helpful.
As I traveled another three blocks down the street, I saw a puff of smoke belch from a sad-looking vehicle pulling away from a traffic light just ahead of me. I wish I could have photographed the car… I have NEVER seen anything like it! Almost the entire rear end was held together with bungee cords! The trunk, the complete right rear panel, and rear passenger door had bungee cords strapped everywhere. I assumed the car had been in a wreck of some sort, as the entire back end was crumpled. On the back, the tag on the somehow-still-intact license plate bracket, indicated the car was from Montana. As I passed the vehicle wondering how on earth any of those cords could really hold a car together, I saw more bungee cords strapped across the hood, and the front fender itself was held up by yet more bungee cords. Some were stretched from the front of the car to hook to the front passenger window which was open (to allow a catch for the hooks, I imagine). Some cords were even hooked to other cords for extra length. I tried not to stare, but I just had to see the driver. Behind the wheel was an older, Native American man. Then it dawned on me that this time of year it is common to see folks from many Native American tribes throughout the US make the journey to our area for various cultural festivals, powwow’s, fairs, and other Native American celebrations. Surely this man had not driven this pieced-together car all of the way from Montana?
As I turned onto the street that leads to home, the rain began to fall. I knew we probably would not get much by the looks on the radar earlier, but the overcast skies would be a lovely reprieve from the heat inferno and winds we had endured lately. At least, Emma and Ronnie deer would get a break from the extreme temperatures for a little while. And as I came down the driveway, I could see Daisy and her little buck walking in the rain along the woodland edge, nibbling on elm leaves and cat brier.
There are signs, every where we go, that remind us that life is good and beautiful. And there are people all around us who help us along our journey. There are amazing things to see, moments of laughter, and times of gentle nudging. And sometimes, we get to fly by the seat of our pants and just enjoy the moment. May we all proceed through the day with our eyes wide open, and enjoy everything along the path we walk.
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