I made a wooden sign that read “SQURLS“. I found the wood after a meeting at a local breakfast joint. Later I painted on it and even more later I have been driving around looking for the superb spot. Today I found it. Oh yes I sure did.
The weather is so perfect today with crystal blue skies and a breeze— perfect spring refreshment for my brain. On my way home from a painting project in some folk’s home I saw a grove of pine trees on a knob— up high you might say.
I eyed a proper tree and set up my ladder. I climbed up and wobbled a bit in the wind. I nailed the SQURLS sign to the tree. As I was about done I saw a man walking up.
The fella approached and I laughed a bit to myself. He was an older black man with poofy white hair poking out of his ball hat. He was kinda hobblin’ along and looking at me with one old-man eye. He was trying to ask what I was doing but really didn’t get the words out.
I said, ” I’m making a sign to tell the SQURLS where to go!“
The old man repeated it back to me in his old country voice. “Telling the Squirrels where to go!?“, he said.
I said, “Yes!“, and he shot back “Now that don’t sound right!“
I said, “No sir, most things I do these days don’t sound too right.“
He shook his head back and forth and hobbled away toward the store. He mumbled as he strolled on.
Little interactions like this always make me real glad. It is so good to meet people who walk along the street —even if they don’t understand what you are doing. That man might not understand me but I promise he will look for the SQURLS next time he passes by.
I had a fun ride home.