So I'm driving home from work tonight along the busy University Parkway, between BYU's campus and a residential neighborhood, and a decidedly atypical scene plays out in front of me. There's a girl walking down the sidewalk towards oncoming traffic on my side of the street, and there's a white car ahead of me, one lane inward from mine. We're all quietly content in our mundane evening when out of nowhere bounds this young deer looking mildly panicked just in front of the pedestrian girl and into the street towards the car in front of me. The car slows down almost to a stop, along with the oncoming traffic, and just as I'm thinking "thank goodness; that could've been ugly," the deer leaps headlong right into the front passenger's side. A bit baffled, I watch as it then collapses on the pavement in an awkward heap, wiggles to its feet, and bounds away, all in under 10 seconds.
The girl on the sidewalk looks completely at a loss for what to make of it, so she continues walking like nothing happened. Meanwhile, the equally perplexed young driver of the old white car sits in the street with a large dent on her passenger door as I pass by and shrug, figuring she probably has no use for "witnesses".
In other news, I renewed my Costco membership today, months after having let it lapse. I missed my potstickers, salmon cakes, Kirkland albacore tuna, huge bags of pita chips, jugs of Superfood, cheap protein bars, fruit 'n nut medley, and other delectables.
In other news, while I was doing calf raises at the gym, a song played on my mp3 player from my huge, random playlist, and halfway into the song I realized I was sitting still at the calf machine, almost gushing with a stupid smile over this sappy song, The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Roberta Flack (whose style I find very evocative). I was gushing not over any current romantic interest but the sheer romantic poetry of the song. As soon as I caught myself in such an embarrassingly maudlin display, I snapped to and finished my set with as much masculine vigor and sweat as I could muster, laughing a bit at how stupidly romantic even I can feel sometimes...and how unashamed I really am about it.
In other news, I'm trying to get to bed before 2 am more often, so what am I doing writing this after midnight?
2 comments:
Such a great song. I also like the Celene Dion and Leona Lewis versions. I can't help but be drawn into the powerful yet tranquilizing mixture of emotions. Funny how such a seemingly simple song can be performed with that subtle emotional complexity.
In all of your time down there in Provo, have you ever met a girl named Jana Lloyd? She's really cool and works at ancestry. If you have the chance, tell her Hi for me...We are old family friends from Alaska.
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