The house that I am trying to sell has a creek (or is it a stream? and what’s the difference anyway?) off to the side of the property. One day I decided that I must walk over to the creek; it seemed such a waste that I had never been there. As a kid in our Queens apartment I dreamed of houses, and yards, and creeks, and trees, and walks in nature without first taking a two-hour drive and here I was, with all of those things, and all I did was sit in the house or on the deck or porch and look out.
It was springtime when this thought of discovery came to me, and as I stepped out of the house and surveyed the tangled bushes and fallen trees that lay between the creek and my lawn (or lawn-like surface since there’s far too much moss and wild grass and weeds growing there to earn it the nomenclature “lawn”) a word popped into my head: SNAKE. And at the very appearance of that word in my head, so went all thoughts of discovery and walks along the banks of the stream/creek. Let my daughters and their friends in their flip flops and shorts brave the overgrowth. Back to my table and chairs on the porch I went.
But life is never that simple. There are always reminders for us that we are not in charge, that we do not control the circumstances and coincidences of our lives.
And so, a few hours later, when I went to inspect the development of my flower garden there was, on the beautifully paved driveway, a snake. I kid you not. I just laughed. Whoever makes the world go round certainly has a sense of humor.