writing aboutMickey Mouse and fog, however, I drove downtown to my pottery class to sink my soul into mounds of solid, wet clay. I found myself at a traffic light--the only one in our town where you cannot turn right on red. The light was long and I had time to stare at the car in front of me, the one that was not inching forward to turn right on red.
While I am thinking about this, I noticed the decals adorning this particular Stratus: They are Mickey Mouse decals—one green full-body Mickey and four Mickey Mouse models of water molecules. What were the chances of this? I’d say zero in a zillion, but it happened. There I was looking at Mickey Mouse chasing water molecules in the fog, which is not something Walt Disney, Dodge, Minnie, or any respectable meteorologist has ever asked Mickey to do.
Woo-woo coincidence? Response from the universe? Writer losing her grip? I went to my pottery class and spent three hours kneading and shaping five-pound blocks of clay into bowls. Then I went home and showed my well-grounded husband the photograph of the Mickey Mouse in the stratus on the Stratus.
“What do you think? Do you not think it’s weird that I had spent the whole day writing about water molecules and fog and then pulled up behind this car?”
Next blog: Pithier comments on my attempt at being an Intentional Naturalist in the Methow Valley.