I believe I have a magic hat- really I do. It is a fairly unassuming ring of gold fleece. I spied it in a local consignment shop called Serendipity. It matched my winter coat and I needed a hat. I learned all the traditional warnings about lice etc. in used hats but I slid it on my big head. It fit perfectly and covered my ears without being tight. Within a few minutes 3 strangers in the store suggested I buy the hat. So I did. The first time I wore it I noticed other drivers smiling at me upon passing- more than usual even when I am singing aloud. At the dog walk strangers seemed particularly friendly. It was Thanksgiving day when I knew the hat was magic. Drivers still smiled, one stranger even honked and waved. (I did pull over to see if I had a tire going flat or something.) Everyone at the dog walk smiled at me, strangers made conversation and one couple even yelled a greeting across the ball field. The weather cooled and I did not get a chance to wear the hat for more than a week. I started to question my magic hat decision and think of other more rational reasons. Then I wore the hat again- the same phenomenon happened! What fun, I wish I could wear it everyday- does magic wear out?
3 Little Words……..“I Love You” comes first to my mind- some folks find it hardest to say. Harder for me has been “Please Help Me.” I found the mindset that woman could do anything they set their mind to do and still believe that now. Many years ago I took this to an extreme by living in a house with no running water, an outhouse (I dug) and the only source of cooking and heat was the woodstove. I cut and split my own wood (with help) and lived there for a year carrying water home every day. You would never have known how I lived if you had seen my 100lb sweet self. I decided to opt for easier life and moved in town with all the luxuries. Three months later I had the car accident that changed my life. I was grateful for immediate help and I healed in my way. Things that drove me crazy were things like not being strong enough to open a window, open a stuck or heavy door or just get the lid off of a jar. I did grasp how lucky I was but “Please Help Me” was the hardest lesson.
During this keep or donate ongoing packing frenzy I came across a non-working clock. The face shows a different bird next to each hour number. My plan was to make sure it worked before I donated the clock. An hour later I had this “What in the world was that?” I looked all around the house but saw nothing amiss and went back to working. An hour later I heard a Goldfinch sing out – I realized it was coming from the clock. Upon investigation, the sound the hour before was a red-headed woodpecker or some weird facsimile. Now is two days later and I laugh when I hear the various calls, some more bird-like than others. The thought that began this post was about learning to enjoy the audible reminder that an hour has passed. Cutting the day (and night) into bite sized chunks. I have gotten a lot done in the last few days, I wonder if hearing the reminder actually makes working more effective. I am sure it does when I realize I have spent more than an hour on the computer just looking around. How time can fly.
Do you have a clock that chimes or tweets? Do you think it is helpful or do you secretely grumble at it? I find it amazing that the sound can make me jump during the day but I don’t hear it at night. Anyone want a clock cheap?