The squirrel knows all

Today's Senior Seminar class was only 15 minutes long so I took my time going back to my building. I decided to stop on Kable House lawn to sit under a tree, eat my recently acquired pb&j and listen to my MP3 player in the sun. I decided to stop for a few minutes ... just to sit. A few days ago it was absolutely freezing and the northern US tip got 2 feet of snow. Today, it was nearly 80 degress with a light breeze and barely cloudy sky. I think mother earth is bipolar. Anyway, while sitting under the multicolored leaves of autumn I got inspired to write my wedding vows. Trying to organize my thoughts and feelings into a few sucinct statements is easier than it looks. But writing about Levi and I reminded me of all of the strange "destinal road signs" that we had when we first got together.

The trip that gave us the opportunity to be alone - Levi wasn't scheduled to attend, he was the backup and at the very last minute the other delegate pulled out. My initials spell east - his last name is west. His dad worked as a carpenter for the national theatre for several years - I spent my freshman and sophomore years building for the school theatre. His mother, father, and sister share birthdays with my immediate family. Both of our fathers had hep-C. Both of our mothers had husbands named McDonald in their first marriage. When we went on a drive up to the Byron lighthouse to decide whether or not we should stay together (or whether I should leave Oz at the end of my intended stay) there was a wedding couple taking their photos. The list is endless... it actually is bizaare.

While sitting under the tree scribbling on paper a baby squirrel came scattering past and straight up the tree next to me. He really starteled me because he had no hair on his tail so really looked like a cross between a chipmunk and a mouse (ooo I hope it wasn't some weird radioactive hybrid). Just the same (but with no hair) ....