Two trains on the same track moving toward each other. One travels from the east at a leisurely pace, the other will arrive from the west, only God know when. Both are leaving the same area at the same time but taking different routes. It seems that I have a little math problem. Arrival times for both are unknown as yet... but within days. Yikes. I know what happens when trains collide.
Someone crashes. I'm hoping they are more like ships that pass in the night... and I don't end up smashed in the middle. Life in the pond has suddenly become quite complex. Well I wanted more excitement, but honestly, I thought it would be more spread out. Both intend to call when they get in my area on the way to other places and obligations. I am anxious to meet both.
The more the merry-o... providing its not the same day. They are only dates... first dates at that... not life commitments. This is calling it close.
What a freak of an evening! After several calm and sedate days, things exploded. I had no time. My oldest son showed up for a visit. I had two marathon phone calls (two different frogs), missed calls, voice mails, emails, texts and two invitations to travel south to meet frogs. I made DH some macaroons... goodness only knows when I will have time to deliver them and get some peace. (Good lord... Avoid the obvious pun please!)
The whole day was a freak. It began with no ride to work... my car was in the shop at long last. Called a friend's son and woke him up, begged a ride. The head librarian showed up to work with me for the day. I made three children cry big wet tears.
Worked up library supply orders, book orders and filled out P.O.s. The mechanic called to tell me that my car would not be ready until tomorrow afternoon instead. Begged another ride to the store and then home from Rocket J. Squirrel... my friend's son who is a whole different trip himself.
I have been baking, yakking on the phone and even chatting on line for time with two. I am exhausted.
Nights like this in the pond are very rare. Is there a full moon or something?
Now, there is a real frog outside my window croaking.
But the truly eerie part of my day arrived via an email at my work. I have a secret admirer... yeah, right. It's the same one. More bizarre than any I can recall. This is the one who likes to write my name on its parts... and email me photos. I'm sure that I mentioned it before and really, I did laugh it off.
But that was on my personal email. Not my work email. How did it get my work email? It says it has seen me on my myspace. Well all it can really see are my feet on that site. That is the only photo of me there. My feet! How does it know my feet? It says that it knows me, and misses me. It says it wants me to look at the photos of its parts with my name on them and guess who it is, then I can approach it... because it is shy. To get to my work email you must know my entire name... first and last.
When this happened on my personal email I was a bit unnerved. I did not look at the photos. Yes, I have pin feathers and I cluck. If it knows me and misses me, then it can't have seen me for a bit, right? How long is a bit? From where does it know me? Worse yet... would I know the parts? Is that how I am supposed to guess who? I don't exactly know many parts... if you get my drift. How do I deal with this one? Any ideas?
Welcome to my weird world.
Sequence of Clash photos set to the song, Train in Vain (Stand by Me).
This song is here because it has the word train... and well, because I like it.