You may remember me mentioning coyotes and how I keep seeing them hanging around where we live. It is not unusual at certain times of the year to hear them literally in our backyard. It drives Lucy crazy, especially when they find prey and all start yelping at once.
You may also remember me mentioning that I ordered a set of Medicine Cards. Here is an excerpt on the coyote:
"There are thousands of myths and stories about Coyote, the great trickster. Many Native cultures call Coyote the "Medicine Dog." If you have pulled the card, you can be sure that some kind of medicine is on its way - and it may or may not be to your liking. Whatever the medicine is, good or bad, you can be sure it will make you laugh, maybe even painfully. You can be sure that Coyote will teach you a lesson about yourself."
So now is probably the time to admit to one of my idiosyncrasies. I have a tendency to blame others when I can't find something. I know, I know, not an admirable trait.
Anyway, since seeing the coyote loping by, I have lost two sets of glasses. One set were reading glasses and they just disappeared! I was using them one minute, and the next they were gone. I have looked everywhere. This is a small place - not many places to hide, but they are no where to be found. The next set were my sunglasses. My husband and I have the same ones - his are black, and mine are very dark brown. I always put them in the same place, and was astonished to find they were not there when I was ready for my walk the other day. My first thought was that my husband confused them, and picked up mine instead. In fact, I will admit to accusing him of stealing my sunglasses when he called.
I know - you can see where this is going...
It seems that my sunglasses were not stolen by my husband. In fact they were safe and sound in the paper bag my husband keeps at the bottom of the outside stairs for dog poo. I must have been in such a snit about picking up the stuff that when I dropped it in the bag - I also discarded whatever else was in my hand - which was my sunglasses. My husband found my sunglasses in the bag with dog poo! Luckily, it was in little plastic bags. Thank heavens for bacterial soap.
The Trickster taught me a lesson about myself. If you are going to blame others for taking your stuff, you just might be full of, well, need I say more?