return of the roadside beaver
Back a month or so ago I wrote about a happy go lucky beaver that I saw along the roadside as I was sitting at a traffic light on my way to pick the girls up from a friend’s house. He was eating someone’s unwanted French fries and just enjoying his life, and he became a metaphor for everything unhealthy in MY life. He was just there to remind me to be happy and healthy and carefree. And I was certain that I would never see him again. Fate would take him from the world leaving nothing but an unattractive road ornament in his place.
I was wrong.
The beaver was back! I saw him again today…still foraging on discarded food scraps…still dancing perilously close to the fast moving traffic on the busy road…still reminding me that life is beautiful thing waiting to be lived…maybe even a little bit dangerously.
Admittedly, I’m not much into danger. I won’t drink milk after the sell by date. I refuse to eat leftover pizza that wasn’t immediately refrigerated. I won’t even honor the “five second rule” when I drop an M&M!
But I suppose there are other ways to take risks in our lives that don’t actually risk our lives. Because, let’s face it, I’m not about to eat junk food found on the side of the road, and I’m not inclined to play on the edge of a busy street—no matter how exciting that might be!
Still…I’m sure my life has many surprises in store for me that I haven’t even considered at this early stage of the game. After all…I just got a new puppy. And if that isn’t fraught with peril on a daily basis I don’t know what is! I have a slight fear that I may not survive his infancy if he doesn’t let me get a little more sleep!
And, I’m going to need a lot of extra sleep during the day tomorrow if I’m going to survive the insanity of the midnight opening of Eclipse tomorrow night.
There are some risks that I am more than willing to take!
Until the next time…I’ll be standing in line!