I guess sometimes you have to give something away, then buy it back, before you can fully appreciate it.
It's called second chances, peeps! Even sweaters need them.
I have other powers too. The ability to read sign language, for instance. From the universe.
I can also speak in code, and am fluent in Code Red.
Signs and code from the universe usually come in the form of fortune cookies, pop music, or spaghetti noodles on the ceiling, but they can also be delivered through everyday events. Take last Saturday, for instance; I called my mom while driving to the Provo Library to hear Haven Kimmel speak. We were just talk talk talking when suddenly she said, "Where are you?" and I said, "I'm right behind Provo High," and she said, "Oh my gosh, so am I."
We were both sitting at the same light, but going in opposite directions! What are the chances?
I took it as a friendly reminder that when it comes to relationships, sometimes you're like two ships passing in the night, and other times you're like two cars passing in the day.
That wasn't the only message I received last week. Check out this sign I came across in the weed fields where I take Lulu for her run: (located next to a Frisbee golf course)
Tree and obstacle removal is not only illegal; it defeats the purpose of disc golf.
Okay, so The Universe doesn't have a perfect command of the semi-colon, but the message rings true.
Trees are a bit of a mystery--how they offer us oxygen and shade and shelter and fruit and flowers and paper. Plus they smell sweet and they're fun to climb on and look at and carve your initials into. But then sometimes they can really cramp your style, you know. Especially when you're trying to chuck a frisbee around them.
Sometimes you don't want their shade or their shelter, you just want them to get out of your way and stop making a mess on your lawn.
You get me?
But removing a tree just because it's hard to get around? I confess I've entertained the notion myself from time to time, but I have found that just because a tree is gone doesn't mean it's gone.
Ever heard of phantom trees?
Me neither, but I've heard of a haunted forrest.
So next time you get the urge to go all George Washington on your cherry tree, remember that this course was designed with the obstacles in mind.
That's code for: Can't get over it. Can't get under it. Gotsta go through it, baby.
Gotsta go through it.
P.S. If you leave your credit card # in my comment box I'll send you my Crash Test Dummy secret decoder ring.
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I'm not ever randomly driving in the same place as my mom, but sometimes I come home from church on Sunday and see her and we realize we're completely matching. It's creepy.
Also, frisbee golf is too hard if you don't move the trees. Much like life. :)
I see my mom all the time now that we're neighbors, and it's awesome because it makes up for all the time we were in different corners of the galaxy.
My question now is, are people allowed to remove all the branches and stuff from the trees? Until eventually you still have trees but they're more like poles? Cuz I can get a frisbee around a pole. Not so sure about all that other stuff.
(And I loved 'sign language'. That's a keeper.)
I feel like I am in a "gotsta go through it" phase right now. Ugh... Hope to see you soon.
I love the new look. Or well, it's probably not 'new' it's just that I haven't commented in awhile. [cough]
ANYWAY
Funny about seeing your mom. I live in a town of 11,000 people I never see anyone I know. But if we take my husband to New York City he sees three people he knows. Honestly, I can't take him anywhere.
I read recently in a book - that I somehow became so interested in I started reading it {well the first chapter anyway cuz it was free on my Kindle} about how you have to make Every Day A Friday. That's actually what the book is called. You have to get up everyday and decide, am I going to let it be a bad day or am I going to decide it's a good day?
I'm working on it, but I'm trying for more good days than bad ones. Only you can decide if the glass is half full.
I said that, just so you know.
Also there's that part where you cut down the tree so you can throw things around it but you never actually dig out the root parts, and strange and mysterious new tree parts (with no obvious relation to the former tree) start growing up in your strawberry beds. You get me?
My credit card # is twelve.
ha ha Becca. Way to extend the metaphor. And thanks for your credit card number. I promise I'll only charge you for the decoder ring.
Andrea, true that. True all that. And I could hang with your hub. I once saw my uncle at Wendy's in E Tae Won in Korea. I hadn't seen him in 10 years and he was with a busty blond stewardess.
Kazzy, HUGS! I hate it when that happens. I hope I see you soon too. When is Melanie J coming to town so we can do lunch?
DeNae, that's a good question about the pole. That could be a whole nother metaphor.
Barb, that's when you realize you are not your own. You're just swimming in a gene pool and you don't have to take responsibility for anything in your life. Except moving the trees. That you didn't plant.
It's true about gosta go through it. A shame, but true.
By the by, I want a CTD secret decoder ring! All you need is my credit card number? 15 9 20-8-9-14-11 14-15-20 I've been stuck using this thing: http://rumkin.com/tools/cipher/numbers.php
I have a great story for you related to this: Sometimes you just want them to get out of your way and stop making a mess on your lawn.
Ok, so about 4 years ago the owner of our house was tired of everyone stealing his mangoes and breadfruits. Plus, he didn't enjoy raking all the leaves. He was also a little loony and crabby, so one day he decided to just cut those beautiful 40 year old trees down. He cuts down the mango tree and starts on the breadfruit. It was a hard work, so he had a heart attack and died right there in the yard. Every one thought it served him right because he was very mean, and you just don't ever cut down a mango tree because they are so yummy.
Anyway, 4 years go by and then we buy the house. A few months ago, up sprouts a bunch of bread fruit keiki (babies)from the roots of the original bread fruit tree. They are now about 6 feet high and we are guarding them. So just because a tree is cut down doesn't mean it is gone.
Hey how is Zach doing in bball? I should google him. Post some pics please.
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