Interpreting the signs-maybe it was time to go home 3/28/08

I write this on the Cape May-Lewes ferry across the Delaware Bay heading home from a relaxing 5 days on Chincoteague with my BFF Pat.

This is not my Chincoteague blog-that one is still just forming in my head-but I feel compelled to write about some signs that came my way today and what they might mean.

Pat and I had massages today; we both enjoyed them throughly-but after I emerged from the cute little house that serves as a spa, it was over 80 degress and since I have a convertible, I decided to drop the top for the ride back to the house. Unfortunately, my bike rack was still attached to the back of the car and must have crunched something in the complicated mechanism that is my convertible top. The upshot is that the top is all f--cked up-I'm sure I will be dropping a bundle on some expensive part from Sweden for the jet-AAAARRRGGGHHH!!! The worst part-there's no one to blame but me!!!

So-sign 1-maybe it was time to go home. Luckily I was able to wrestle the top up and get the bike on the car, but the whole event served as kind of a demarcation-reality closing in on me just in time to dog me back home.

Sign 2 was a little creepy-I was following Pat down the road on the way to get some lunch before I left for home, and a deer ran RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY CAR!!



Of course the speed limit on the island is 25 or 30, and I am always very circumspect when my NJ license plate is out of its jurisdiction, so I had time to slam the brakes wthout giving myself a case of whiplash. As a close call to a shitload of expensive body work, it put the top fiasco into perspective, however, I couldn't help but interpret it as some kind of sign.

Maybe it meant only that it was time for me to go home-but I immediately thought of my friend Yvonne,

who had surgery today. I hope she made it across the road okay.

Damn, I just freaked myself out but good!