last year toward the end of summer i threw one of the babies in the baby bjorn and went for a walk behind the hospital. this is a nice flat walk and takes about 40 minutes to complete.
my water bottle was drained and i was within 10 minutes of my front door when i saw something out of the corner of my eye.
it was a snake.
i screamed.
the snake either saw or heard me, because we both moved. i jumped up (what good is that?) and back, and the snake zoomed straight ahead.
the jury is still out on whether the snake was smart or stupid.
stupid – the snake zoomed ahead, across the path and fell down a cliff.
smart – the snake knew i wouldn’t follow it
however, now that the snake was definitely no longer a threat to me, i was interested in its outcome. i walked over to the barrier, and watched the snake bash its way down the cliff. it was taking a beating. bang up in the air down again and bang, repeat, repeat, repeat. all the time spinning. sometimes its belly would smack, sometimes its back.
eventually, the snake hit some flat ground and stopped its downward decent. ten seconds later it was moving. slithering around, trying to find a hole or the easiest path up to the top again.
it was the coolest thing. im probably not describing it well, because i am not the world’s biggest snake fan, but this was seriously neat. not even mel gibson could have survived this, yet this snake (whom i have renamed timex) took a licking and kept on ticking.
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one of the problems with the written word is its inability to project tone. tone influences how sentences should be taken.
it has recently come to my attention that my blog doesn’t always project my emotion, and that its author, (moi!) is not giving a complete view of my triplet infested life.
you only write about the sad stuff. or the frustrating stuff, people have said to me, and more often, to magnificent.
why?
1) i am not a gushy kind of person. i cant accurately describe the love i have for the babies, (although i am very good at describing the frustration!), and i don’t want to try.
2) my blog wouldn’t be very interesting if i focused on reasons why i love my children, or the loveable things the triumverate and sebastian had done that day. (or i couldn’t make it interesting).
3) i write my blog in a very rushed manner. i am writing to tell about the experience of triplets and a three year old and their magnificent father and possibly ailing cat and the trivia and God that makes up my existence. there are spelling and grammatical errors all over the place. you people with newborns can back me up, it is a rushed existence for those first few months. you’re like that snake, falling down the hill, wishing you would stop falling but hating the bang when you do!
but there is love.
tomorrow i will write about it. and why.
