This morning seven deer were standing between me and my ride to work. My ride to work used to be called Derby on account of his one accident. Lately, his name is Jack on account of looking like a one-eyed Jack due to the crumpled blow near his left eye…er…headlight. I could take his photo and show you what I mean, but really it’s too sad to see.
I watched the deer. The deer watched me. The earth as we know it stopped spinning. No one would believe me about Time stopping to sit down in my driveway and saying “Sherry, go ahead and soak up the moment.”
I considered the fact that you might not believe me about the deer, so I thought to take a photo. But Time and deer both took off before I could snap a shot. Sorry, I know how much you would have liked to see seven white-tails and Time in roper boots slipping away from me in early morning light. Trust me, it was real.
When I arrived at work, I stopped to visit with my boss. Father of four, leader of five great businesses, deacon of his church, pillar of our society. He couldn’t have known this, but with his briefcase snapped open and propped against the file cabinet I was leaning against, I could see a set of two bushy eyebrows and a large red fake nose inside his briefcase. I smiled at him. He smiled back. I understand better why I enjoy working with him. Again, I have no photos to show you. Think of me working with Mr. Marx.
When I returned to my own office, a text from my son greeted me. Seems he had spent the evening with one Mr. Cooper, working a bit with him on his golf swing, sharing a bit of chat about the local courses and how to play into the winds we’ve been experiencing. Did I tell you he performs under the name of Alice? (Not my son, but Mr. Cooper). In Montana? I know, this is harder to believe than Time and seven deer taking five in my driveway. But naturally, I must ask you to believe in me and accept that there are no photos.