Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick, is this day over?

[quesarah]

A day full of drama in the laboratory. Frenchie and Furry German had a full-blown row this morning. Lots of awkwardness ensued, and I spent much of my day hiding at my desk. I want to stay out of Furry's way; knowing him, he'd try to pick a fight with me. I'd gladly give him one if it weren't for the potential loss of gainful employment that might ensue. Oy.

The Hawk of Good Tidings (have I mentioned him? If not, comment and I'll explain) made an appearance this morning, which confused me until a pair of free baseball tickets landed in my lap. Padres vs Cubs tomorrow night. wafflelips procured them, but Craigaroo and I will be enjoying them. He gets to see a game in Petco Park before he moves back to KC. Sweet!

Home and comfort food are on my horizon. This is a good thing. I may also meditate; could be groovy after today's histrionics. Have I mentioned, oy?

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Well, we had sort of a routine. I'd start off running and pretty soon I'd see him. Once I was far enough away from the road, he'd sort of sweep back and forth across my path. Sometimes he'd already be out, sometimes I'd only see him after a bit.

Then one day, either he decided to get a closer look at me, or I bumped into him when he was feeling antisocial, I can't say. I came up the crest of a small hill and saw him perched maybe 20 yards away from the trail. He swiveled his head toward me, stared right at me and screeched. It was the most intimidating thing I've ever heard. I backed away from him slowly; he watched me until I was down at the base of the hill.

But there's the weird weird thing. A woman I knew was hit by a car while on her bicycle. She sustained massive head injuries and was put on life support for a while. There was no inkling of improvement so the decision was made to take her off life support. I got an email informing me of this around 10am. It upset me, naturally.

I went for my usual run during lunch and tried to clear my head. I saw the hawk, like always, but he wasn't swooping or soaring. He was just sort of hanging up in the sky. I looked at him for a while and then I did a totally uncharacteristic thing: I asked the hawk to fly Ramona's spirit to the next world where she'd be free of pain.

At first, I felt immensely better. At second, I felt enormously sheepish and silly. For heaven's sake, I'm talking to a bird. I looked up to have a good laugh, but the hawk was nowhere to be seen. Keep in mind, a) he'd been hovering right above my head and b) I live in Southern California, which is a desert. There are no handy trees for him to perch and hide. Where I ran is wide open with an unobstructed view but the hawk was completely gone from sight. I said "um, thanks" and resumed running.

When was Ramona's time of death? You guessed it, right around noon when I was having my run and talking to the hawk. Weird.