lunes, enero 21, 2008
Buffaloes!!!
Many moons ago, my family sailed to Catalina, and moored the boat in the isthmus, the remote part of the island. As we were walking back to the boat after a long day in town, I was running and playing as the adults walked slowly and calmly towards the dock. We were the only ones on the main dirt road that crosses from one side of the island to the other. I ran up to my dad and pointed out the bushes on the hill that I had never noticed in the daytime. My dad told me that those weren't bushes, they were buffalo. I socked him on the arm and told him to quit teasing me. He again said that they were buffalo on the hill, five feet away from us. As I was accusing him again of lying, one of the "bushes" stood up and made a noise. I've never been so scared of a "bush" in my life!
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Never doubt dad. :)
Did he take you to get glasses after that?
My parents took me for my first pair when I insisted that I could only see what I was looking at if I touched it--after being told not to touch.
I had similar experiene at Catalina! I remember freezing in my tracks - they were so close, so big, and...wild, right? Wild Animals. I was sifting through my brain as fast as I could, trying to remember if the Buffalo charges like a bull. The Running of the Buffalo.
I didn't want to be charged. But thankfully, all they wanted to do was eat dry Catalina grass.
Thanks for the memory!
Bloom where you were planted. Do not go to Catalina to pick fights with buffaloes.
Your'e right. I can pick fights with buffaloes right here in my 'hood. No joke!
I ran across your blog because I have a google alert for teardrop trailers, which you mentioned in your Valentine post. Then, because you praised God, I read a previous post, by Rufus. I can identify with Rufus myself. Hate getting in the shower, but then hate getting out. :) When I read about the buffalos, I laughed out loud! My first thought was, "Just think how Moses felt!"
God bless you, and thanks for the morning reading,
Cliff
Avondale, AZ
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