Lessons in My Walk with Lulu ~ 4/9/22

I feel a novella coming on. Lulu and I did our morning walk. Could not ask for better weather. We took the long way even going topside (to street level) to see the front of the Esquire this time. We also heard the bells at St. Mary’s, another treat. Overall what an eventful day and it’s still early.

On our way, as we walked past McCullough where it hits the river, we saw two homeless gentlemen. One had his life with him, back pack, bed roll, Bible. He was meditating. He knows us and we say hi, politely head nod and pass on our way. The other man was new to us. In camo jumpsuit, no shoes on his feet. Sitting on the bottom step, head down, combing his hair over his face and fidgety.

An hour or so later, on our way back, as we got close to McCullough again we saw people walking quickly, hurrying past the opposite direction from where we heard the splash. Surely it was the goose but too loud for that. We walked closer to the sound, to see the man in camo had jumped right into the river and was splashing about.

As he got out of the water, we asked if he needed help, he didn’t reply walking past us straight up the stairs. Our bible regular said he had been asking several people to call the police but no one stopped except Lulu and me. He told us what happened in the time since we’d first passed by.

Here’s where my riverwalk work experience came in handy. I still have SA Bike Patrol on speed dial. I called and they answered immediately. They said do not approach him and they’d send the nearest bike patrol out but based on description alone they know him as one of their regular “crazies”

Hmm. We’re all a little crazy. Or maybe this … who gets to define crazy? A guy needed help, obviously.

We didn’t stay around, continuing our walk back to the Pearl. Outside the restrooms we actually saw two bike officers. Lulu approached and asked them if they had been called yet, told them what was happening. These two knew who we were talking about too and left in that direction to check it out.

Of course we don’t know what happened. There is always more to the story. As we told B and Pony, they both thought he might do that regularly for the 3 day stay. A place to clean up and have peace even if just for a while until he has to brace another day.

All this juxtaposed against the cuteness of the momma goose and her babies. The conversation with the Centro man who told us about all the geese and other animals including a feral cat colony. Lulu getting to see the front of the Esquire sign. Hearing the bells at St. Mary’s. All I know for sure is that we are very, very lucky. There but for the grace of god, go I.

As always, more to come.

I do not have space on WordPress to share the goose video. But it is very cute. I hope this picture will load.

Awww, even despite their high mortality rate, less than 1/2 will make it because of the hawks.

Jilly’s A-to-Z for 4/9/22 – Happy / Half-Truths

Happy and Half-Truths

Happy is a state

Of mind I can’t comprehend

Half-truths cause sadness

I have something called toxic positivity. Okay folks in the back, I can hear you laughing. That’s because I whine an awful lot when I’m here. My blog is my safe space where I can let out the worry I otherwise bottle up inside. Well here and my twitter alias. Two outlets to release the steam. But irl, I’m nothing if not a bubbly ray of sunshine. I’m always joking, laughing, smiling giving the appearance of pure joy. Oy Vey.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS ~ 4/9/22

How did I miss this connection? I should’ve did a combo A-to-Z and #SoCS considering today’s prompt word. How is as good of a H word as any. More specifically Linda writes and I copy paste: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “how.” Use the word “how” in your post. Bonus points if you start your post with it. Enjoy! If you’d like to join in, HERE are the rules and ping back.

Victory aka bonus points scored!

How, Who, What, When, Where, Why … the famous five W’s and a H. To be used in story telling and as information gathering. I use this method at work for root cause analysis. But I’m not at work now. I’ve come to realize that work has overtaken my life. Even when I’m off the clock. And because I’m always overthinking, it’s exhausting.

I see so many people taking the leap of faith. How can they do it? How are they so brave? Living there best lives, always on vacation, making important things their priority, not doing what is expected or is thought to be expected. How glorious that would be. If only, …

Lulu and I walk every Saturday. I nice leisurely stroll along the famous San Antonio River. We walk from the Pearl where my daddy used to work to the building where I used to work. Last Saturday my sister and her girls where here at the Pearl and we didn’t even know about it until they were practically leaving. How could this happen?

The sad part is Lulu and I where at the Pearl too. Same place, different time. So close and yet so far. I was crushed. And I’m left wondering more why than how? Why didn’t they tell us they were going to be here? Nobody likes me everybody hates me I’m gonna eat some worms … Who thought that one day that campfire song would come right back into my memory.

I’m a little bit Ziggy right now for those who remember the character. That cartoon speaks to me. Womp Wa. Better get out my Umbrella. It’s going to be a bumpy night. And the day hasn’t even started.

As always, more to come.