Hey Gals,
TODAY, I almost hit a Pelican. It must be a driving hazard of life that they forget to tell you about. I decided to take a drive to the beach. Usually I go this time of year to open the house for renters, getting it ready and so on. It rained so there wasn’t much I could do. My travel route is different coming from the west instead of the north. You cross over many bodies of water in desolate areas. So, I am on my way back today crossing over a beautiful bridge with expansive water, and there in the middle of my lane is a Pelican. I am used to birds flying 
away when they sense an approaching car. The Pelican started flapping its wings. I thought it was taking off. It touched down again. I think it must be hurt. By this time I’m slamming on my breaks. The Pelican tries again to take off, and I realize it needs a lot more runway. Swoop, its wingspan is across my windshield. I look up and see its pouch. Funny the thoughts that go through your mind in an instant. I’m thinking, Dear God, I really, really don’t want to be held accountable for killing a Pelican. AND, how will I explain this to an insurance agent. No, no, I didn’t hit a deer. I hit a PELICAN. The bird clears the top of my car and flies away. I let go of my breath. Shees. Before I get off of the bridge there is another Pelican in the middle of the road. This time I slow down way in advance. When it sees the oncoming traffic getting close, it hops to the side of the road 
and waits patiently for the cars to pass. They are BIG birds. It’s almost like you can see them thinking. After this body of water you approach Alligator, Red Wolf then Bear warning signs. Really? I guess I don’t want to be traveling this road in the dark. Makes I-95 seem like a safer choice.
Speaking of birds, I’ve grown quite fond of the ducks in the pond. I don’t know anything about ducks and have been trying to observe their behavior. I’m not sure if they mate for life, but they do seem to be in pairs. Hey, it gives me something to do and warm-bodied creatures to love. I can tell the Mallard ducks apart because male and female are so distinctive. We do have a couple of big white ducks too. There is one mixed race duck, half black and half white. One white duck is paired with a male mallard so she must be female. The other white duck hangs out with a mallard couple, a threesome. I don’t know if She is a He, a real Greenville issue. That duck chases the males around the yard. I don’t know if it’s a female who doesn’t want to be bothered or a male seeking dominance. About a month ago there was a flurry of activity and squawking in the woods. Out march a row of male ducks followed by a female. Hmmm. Usually the couples are together but this week I’ve seen the males grouped together. I’m wondering if they are all taking turns keeping little eggs warm. There are two males who face each other and talk back and forth like they are having a real conversation.
I have way too much free time on my hands.
And then there are the TURTLES in the pond the size of ducks. They eat the ducklings. Not nice. Again it’s all about what the human spirit grabs onto to feel connection and comfort. Now I’m being comforted by the familiarity of the duck couples on the pond. There are a couple of geese who fly in and out. As soon as Buster and I round the corner, one of the geese starts squawking, an instant alarm system with precision eye sight. Speaking about walking Buster and Ducks, the pool in the development is filled and cleaned and ready to go. Buster and I walked by the other day and two ducks, a couple of course, were swimming in it. QUACKed me up! Sorry about that.
Ok, I admit it. I am lonely. My Friday night date is Fresh Market. I stroll aimlessly and listen to the soothing music. I pretend I have someone to cook for other than myself. Sigh.
Recent observations…..in the bathroom of the party I went to last week, the sign on the wall said, “Cut” out the lights. Ok, Southern girls, no more mockery about “outen” the lights.
At work when they want to know if you need a break, they ask if they can “spell” you.
Tonight I went to a North to South newcomers group. I was asked to join a Red Hat Society. I won’t be back.
AND, Missy GPS Garmin quit talking to me although she still shows me the directions. Reminds me of my soon-to-be Ex. That’s okay, Missy GPS Garmin was a little compulsive anyway.
I know I still owe you the Mistaken for Lesbian story. It’s coming soon.
Sleep tight. Lots of Love AND
Goodnight from Greenville, Dyanne
Dyanne is an inner wisdom coach, psychotherapist, writer, mind-body healer, Integrative Yoga Therapy teacher, certified “Journal-to-the SELF” instructor and creator of http://www.holywhollyholey.comhelping women heal and step into their power. She is the author of the ebook, “Holey Path to Holy Living: A Women’s Path to Healing and Freeing Sacred Feminine Power,” which can be found on Amazon and on her websitehttps://www.amazon.com/Holey-Path-Holy-Living-Feminine-ebook/dp/B01MUI0OOJ/ref=sr_1_13?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1486652110&sr=1-13&keywords=holy+path
