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Apr 7 12 12:24 AM
My confession today is that I did something I don't do very often and probably should do more of, and that's "take a walk on the wild side."
In doing so, I discovered a new way and a new place I can retreat to whenever I feel the need to relax,decompress,daydream and believe it or not, even get some office work done.
See, for the last 10 years I've lived out in the country, and when I say out in the country, I mean WAY out in the country, away from the cities, towns and highways.As a matter of fact until recently, directions to my house included the words "turn off of the paved road".
Anyway, today I got an inspiration I never saw coming and for the first time in quite a while,I went for a hike in the woods behind my house.
I found myself wandering deeper and deeper into what most city folks would consider to be the abyss,winding my way around the majestic oak trees and whispering pines, through ravines and briar patches.
I had a feeling it was something I just had to do.
It was as if some force was drawing me in like a steel ball to a magnet.
I could almost hear a faint voice calling out to me.beckoning.
As if some restless spirit had suddenly possessed me and was guiding me to something very very important for me to discover in this wooded area away from civilization.
For at least an hour or so I trudged through thick bushes, clinging vines, piles of rotting leaves,risking life and limb from spider bites, tick bites, even possible snake bites and all kinds of other mean nasty stuff as my anticipation continued to build to a fevered pitch.
And then...
Finally I saw it.
In the middle of this wonderful magic of Mother Nature with rabbits running, squirrels scurrying and various other creatures doing what they do, there it was,the reason for this voyage that I could not resist taking.
My destiny.
An adult potty chair.
An adult potty chair sittin' upright even, right there in the middle of the woods.Now that's somethin ya don't see every day.
It's a bit corroded and foliage has somewhat overtaken it, so I know it's been there for a long time.As I stood there gazing at it in utter amazement, I couldn't help but wonder just who it had belonged to and how on Earth (not to mention why) it had gotten there.Ok well, I may have the why part figured out.It was obviously some guy's private reading retreat.At first I thought maybe it had been my Grandfather's but I thought no, it couldn't be cuz he would always just grab some corn cobs and head for the barn.He would save the softer and more plyable Sear's and Roebuck catalogue paper in the outhouse for my Grandmother. He was always considerate like that.The potty chair's got some age on it for sure but still sturdy and with a little spit and polish it could be good as new.
And now it's mine,and I'm gonna let it remain right where I found it and go visit it from time to time whenever I feel the need to get just a little further away from it all.