I have found myself at three different points in my life, the most recent being yesterday, wondering if the belief that, when shat upon by a bird you are to be graced with good luck, is a semi-truth with roots in wives' tales...or a huge crock of, well, guano.
(By the way, etymology of the word guano dictates droppings not exclusive to bats but rather, with roots in Quechua--the Language of the Incas--to indicate any bird dropping, usually that of sea-living birds--sorry, nerd moment...but I did learn something out in the Ballestas of Paracas, see???)
Yeppers...just outside Buckies. Shat upon again. Right on the right shoulder.
Rather than this destiny being met with the dreaded "Ew, gross, Mom!" or the more infantile (and fitting for a three year-old), "HA HA HA HA HA!!!!" responses I was expecting, I was instead the object of great fascination by my children.
Oh, Mom, does this mean you are really lucky? How many times has a bird pooped on you? I wish a bird would poop on me. Did you see it coming? Did you see the bird? I wonder what the bird ate...
You get the picture.
After rushing into the Buckies baño to wash off this Mark of Distinction from my newly tie-dyed-by-hand-thank-you-very-much t-shirt I proceeded to place our order, then we sat outside and ate our Buckies treats that we, yes, biked downtown to enjoy (yeah, I'm still trying to save gas even if others have given up the fight. I'm stubborn like that.).
A lady we know then stopped to say hi, then invited us to swim today (we didn't end up having time, unfortunately). Then said that we could come at any time during the summer that we wanted, because she owns (not rents) in the complex where the pool is located and all we have to do is sign in saying we are her guests.
Dude. Major score.
And all occuring within nano-um-minutes of having been shat upon.
My honest side then kicked me in the ribs and I asked, "Well, isn't that a violation of some sort of ethical code or rules or something?" "No," she responded. "I own there, so I can say who goes on my name and who doesn't."
Oh. Okie dokie then.
Pros: It would save a lot of gas while giving us something cool to do--less than a mile from home and the kids can easily bike there. The closest pool is almost 2 miles down the major street--which isn't bad getting there but the operating term there is down. Which means going uphill all the way home is a completely different story with the Youn 3.75 year old Prince riding his own, um, self-propelled chariot.
And it would save a lot of moo-lah as well, even for an August-only membership at that pool.
Cons: We would be the only ones we would know there and I would not take advantage of this extension of kindness to "invite" others on my invitation. I just am too guilt-ridden (can you tell, born and bred Catholic?!) to consider that. And I would still feel like I was completely taking advantage of an invitation that perhaps was simply made in kind; it can be very, very hard for me to discern sincerity from niceties. I have an inbuilt defensive side, always cautious, always wary of fully trusting. This inhibits my very well-developed sixth sense, so much so that my sixth sense has been put on the back burner lately.
Anyway, digressing to the bird poop.
Was this all coinki-dink? I also succeeded in getting two screen doors installed yesterday, completing the front door this morning. The little monkeys and I had a glorious day filled with joy and togetherness at the Town festival with La Princesita demonstrating some really beautiful facets of her personality (no, I am not being facetious). I am so truly blessed...
...or just bird-sh*t lucky.
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"bird sh*t lucky....I think that is going to be my new phrase...what a story! I think I'm like you, not sure if I would take advantage of the pool or what...I think I would try considering how close it is to your house, and the ride there. I wish I could bike around, but I live 3 miles up a mountain, of which the exit is 5 miles out of town..not exactly bikeable even under the best circumstances, but I could ride my quad to work!
ResponderEliminarI may have already said this but, we sent my bike to the bicycle graveyard. It was 20 years old. Don't know when I'll be able to get a new one. :(
ResponderEliminarI would go to the pool. You might meet some new people. New people, new faces, new friends. You just never know.
Hello OC!
ResponderEliminarYeah, we are lucky where we are, except for the insane, selfish and extremely-nonattentive drivers that like to make biking these streets a living hell...ESPECIALLY when you have kid(s) on training wheels. Or just kids, period.
Don't think my preachiness is ever actually directed at you or anyone else, please. I can see that we all have different life/living circumstances. I can just see where so many who have the ability to do so, can make change but flat out refuse to do so. That is just too bad.
Have a great day off, OC! Be well.
Heck Mapi,
ResponderEliminarI don't even think you are preachy..and if you are, I probably need it. I have seriously considered riding my quad to work, it would be an easy ride, and I wouldn't have to use the interstate..but then there is the slight problem of picking my kids up from daycare, not sure how I would strap two carseats on the back. Honestly though, if I could, it would save me a bundle. I have a Chevy Tahoe, and last time I filled it up, it was close to $80.00...Oye...it's a good thing I don't have a car payment on top of it is all I can say.
Use the pool...Z is right, you might just meet some new people that you will love, and they will be close to your house.
Oh...and my 20 year old mountain bike is in my shed, just in case...I loved loved loved that bike in college and I can't bear to get rid of it.
Peace,
OC
Hmmmmm....does bird poop from a pet parakeet or cockateil count? If so, then I should be one lucky chubby mama. I'll let you know then Pub.Clrng House knocks on my door with my huge check. LOL
ResponderEliminarAh Z--and these babies aren't cheap, either. Ouch.
ResponderEliminarThe pool...okay, I'll think about it. Nobody else lives there with children--maybe we can be counted on to "liven up" the place--JAJAJA!!
Val, I never thought of that. I guess I had always assumed "birds in passing" as a random act, but I guess one would need to confer with the Official Originators of the Rule and thus reach an agreeable conclusion!
OC, my midlife crisis/genes has me wanting a Harley. With a sidecar for both kids. Now, wouldn't THAT rock AND turn heads, all at the same time?? (genes: Minnesota Harley cousins. Lots of 'em. It's in the Blood...and on my mother's side, surprise surprise!)
Be well, all.