Yesterday on the way to church, I had to brake for a robin. Now, I suppose this might not seem all that unusual. Have you noticed how robins seem to fly so much lower in the spring? My theory is that they are all new parents, and, well, you know how tiring that is.
It’s been a long time since I was a new parent, I can tell you, but I still remember the months of sleepless nights, the times when the baby would wake one of the older ones (or both, or vice versa), and we’d have some caterwauling good times. Many were the times I flew pretty low in those days. So I understand about the robins flying low in the springtime.
However, the thing about this robin was not that it was flying low. This robin was — I swear it — walking. All the way from one side of the highway to the other, there it was pumping along in front of me without a single wing flutter. Only when it got to the edge, looked around and seemed to find nothing of interest did it fly off into a nearby tree.
This is one of those things in this life that you don’t expect. You can’t help but speculate: Did she have a flat wing? Was she hearing funny noises in the engine? Was it such a nice day that she decided to walk?
We will never know. My point here is that, despite the opinion of some really boring people, not everything can be explained away by human brain twisting. Let’s face it, there are more things in this world, Horatio, than even you can explain, and thank you, Shakespeare, for that input.
Here’s another thing you don’t expect. Remember the movie “Oklahoma?” Well, probably not if you are under 60, in which case, I feel sorry for you, movie-wise. Anyway, “Oklahoma” is all about corn, the kind that grows in the field. Supposedly, Oklahoma is up-to-here with corn. You remember, as high as an elephant’s eye and all that?
So of course, the movie works the corn thing. Singing his head off, Curly takes the wagon out between rows and rows of towering corn; corn is an actual presence in the movie. Only thing is: The movie was not filmed in Oklahoma. Nope, the year they made the movie was not a good year for corn in Oklahoma, or something like that — I’m not quite sure what the problem was.
Actually the movie was made in Arkansas. If you check carefully, those boundless fields of corn are suspiciously thin and there are few, if any, long range shots of endless miles of corn off into the distance. Oh, well. It was still a beautiful morning when Curly and Laurie got together. (That’s the kind of corn I can take forever, and pity the young ones who scoff at it.) Anyway, keep in mind that sometimes you just can’t expect good old Oklahoma corn in Oklahoma — or else get ready to sing “Arrrrrrrrk-an -saw! where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain.”
But of course, it really doesn’t matter most of the time when things don’t turn out as you expect. The other day in church, there was a slight snafu in the children’s sermon. Karen, the “preacher” had brought along a number of toy bricks, to be stacked up on end by the kids, so that the idea that just one good deed can lead to other good deeds could be fully illustrated by a neat, orchestrated on-line collapse. Only problem: The little one chosen to start off the process hit the first brick from the side. It fell off the railing with a lonely little rumble and all the other bricks, scheduled for synchronized collapse, remained stubbornly upright.
But that’s OK. Karen just tapped the second one herself, and the point was made.
Life doesn’t always come out the way we expect it to. Robins, and corn, and people don’t always perform as predicted. Luckily we can live with that, and, assuming we get a decent recovery time, maybe we can even get an unexpected smile out of it.
Maude McDaniel is a Cumberland freelance writer. Her column appears on alternate Sundays in the Times-News.
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Just in the last few years, I have become quite the cardplayer .My father would be amazed, because he would not allow me or my brothers to play cards (with the regular cardfaces) when we were growing up. We were, however, allowed to play other games that had cards of their own, like Touring and Flinch.
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By now, we should know all the answers
Here I had expected that, by the time I reached this advanced age, I would know all the answers there were to know, or maybe even more. But apparently it was not to be, for, lo and behold, I seem to have still more questions lining up, like all those thousands of blackbirds on the lines in front of the M&T Bank on Industrial Boulevard.
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Here are a few laughs to start the new year
Nothing’s better to start out a new year with than jokes! Even if they are other people’s jokes. And some of these are not so much laugh out loud, as just wry observations on the world. But then that’s what the best humor is often about!
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Many happy holiday returns — or remains
There are a lot of things in this world one wouldn’t mind living over again. You know, the standard stuff, the day you got your absolute favorite Christmas gift.
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Hobbies are often other people’s ideas
Sometimes collections just happen.Those are the ones that owe their existence to the kindness of others.
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An admiring ode to the wonders of dirt
Let us all praise — dirt.Yes, that’s what I said, dirt.
The most common stuff in the world, right?
What we wash off ourselves, morning and night. Over and over again. What whole companies make huge profits getting rid of.
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The older she gets, the less tolerant she is
You probably haven’t noticed this, but I seem to be getting less tolerant with age. Sort of like the mellowing of fine wine, but in the other direction.
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By these standards, they were everything
Back in the day, as we were preparing for a golf tournament at Maplehurst, a fellow on my team observed, “Whaddya know. I’m playing with three columnists: Jack Anderson, Jim Bishop and Jim Goldsworthy.”
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Idea of man caves resurrects memories
One of the things that annoy me most about one of my favorite TV shows (House Hunters), is not just the irrational need to “upgrade” everything in sight, though that really is pretty awful. Here are these kids, often in their early 20s, who think their first house should have everything from the start.
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Finally, there are few things I’m sure about
It took me a while, because, really, although you probably won’t believe this, I am basically a very shy person. Except in certain areas of behavior, where I was taught early on to stand firm, I have always tended to assume that other people usually knew better than I did.
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