ship-jumper's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The variance of interpretation Importance is always in the eye of the beholder. Truly. CK and I get to start moving some of our 'stuff' into our new place today. Very exciting and I can't wait!!! We are only moving some of the things from CK's storage unit and what we have here at her parent's place. The transporter with all of my stuff arrived last week and is sitting at Customs. We won't get that stuff delivered until Thursday next week. So it is sort of a gradual move. Eye of the beholder. Black squirrels. Omen of good luck and fortune. An everyday sight not worthy of getting excited about. Hmmmm. The day we finally found the place we wanted, after looking at a slew of possibilities, I was immediately struck with the sign. As we were speaking with the agent, I saw this cute and adorable black squirrel shimmy its way across the driveway. Immediately I told CK that THIS IS the place and asked if she saw the sign. Complete and utter confusion came across her face as I told her I had just seen the black squirrel. So not a big deal in her mind. Pfffttt!! What the heck?? I have always had the belief that if you EVER see a black squirrel it is indicative of good things to come, because you JUST DON'T SEE black squirrels! Minnesota, Oregon, California, Iowa....places I have lived over the years....are not a hopping ground from such critters. We cater to the boring grey and tan fat and skittish variety. I was convinced this was the place we needed to get because of the "Sign." While we did end up getting this place, it had nothing to do with the black squirrel for CK. Nope. CK thought I had lost my mind and gone nuts on her. Black squirrels are as common as peanuts in the peanut M&M's here in the lovely Ontario. Go across the street to the mongo park with a peanut in your hand and you have massive amounts of squirrels hopping and jumping and begging for them. They will come up to you and take the peanuts out of your hand in a sweet and delicate manner. I even had a few of them give me a pat on the hand with their paw as they took the peanut in their mouth. And these squirrels....they are ALL BLACK!!! HUNDREDS of them! They are everywhere. My mother will never agree to visit me and then go for a walk in the park for fear of attack of the furry critters. This is quite a bummer as the park is huge and in the center of the downtown district. Alas. I will have to fabricate a suit of armor for mom to hang out in if I have any hopes of her visiting. So. One man's sign of good fortune is another man's everyday normality is another man's cause for fear. It's all how you look at it. 11:02 a.m. - 2007-03-31 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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