Along the way

200pxOwen_meany.jpgMost of my days look startlingly similar. I awake, proceed to my work place, work, return home, eat, play with the kids, bathe the kids, go to sleep. This generally has not inspired much in the way of fodder for my blog. However, the journey to work has been a little unusual during the last couple of days. For instance, yesterday on the way home I saw a truck with its engine on fire–fully ablaze, belching black smoke. You don’t see that everyday. I have also seen a racoon and an armadillo. The armadillo scurried across the road in front of me. The racoon was old roadkill.

The armadillo reminded me our recent weekend getaway to San Antonio. At one of the gift shops along the Riverwalk, they sold stuffed armadillos. I briefly considered getting one but only as a tribute to John Irving’s A Prayer for Owen Meany. He spends an entire chapter talking about a game Owen played with his friend John Wheelwright in which one of them would hide a stuffed armadillo in the attic and the other must find it. The armadillo also serves as an offering of forgiveness when later events threaten to fracture the relationship of the two friends.

I doubt Megan would have allowed me to purchase a stuffed armadillo no matter how symbolic I tried to make it seem. I think Connor would have liked it, just like Owen. I don’t really want a stuffed armadillo. They are sort of creepy.

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3 Responses to Along the way

  1. dmeador says:

    You mean a REAL armadillo that’s been stuffed! (I didn’t get that ’til the last paragraph) That IS creepy.
    Also, I hope the world sees someday the great blessing a SIMPLE life has to offer. The great blessing a SIMPLE life IS. The great blessing GOD has given us in what we consider “mundane”.

  2. Janelle Thurman says:

    Wow! You actually put out a new blog entry! You can tell that I have given up looking for daily updates since your new entry was 9 days old before I saw it.

    I agree with Debbie. Your daily routine may seem mundane, but when you get older and look back at your life, those simple daily times with your family are very precious.

  3. alisa says:

    though it doesn’t have to do with an armadillo, reading about the stuffed one reminded me–who knows why?–about a time when we went to visit my grandparents in oklahoma. my uncle was there, too, boiling up something in a pot that he said we’d have for dinner. when we asked him what it was, he said with his classic deadpan, “it’s a possum. i found it on the road on the way over here.” we didn’t really eat it; he just wanted the skull, which looked a little like an armadillo’s. creepy, too, but totally hilarious. i love my uncle. and i loved this post.

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