Wednesday, August 20, 2008

My Wild Life, Part XVII

I was jogging in the park near my house today. Their are some trails that cut through the woods around the park, which I enjoy because they are not well travelled so no one has to listen to me gasp and wheeze. I don't even have to listen to me gasp and wheeze, because I use my iPod to blot out the my death rattle. Plus, I sweat like Shaquille O'Neal during the playoff and who wants to see/experience that? I'm really quite unpleasant.

I like to listen to the same playlist that I write to when I jog, which currently is five hundred and fifty five loud songs. "So Far" by Buckcherry had just come on (which would be a contender for my personal theme song, if I could have one--that or "It's a Long Way to the Top (If You Want to Rock and Roll) by AC/DC) as I started up the steeper of the two hills on the trail when I surprised a family of deer. The buck was pretty big and bounded off to the left, the doe wasn't so big and bounded to the right. Their fawn kind of took two steps to the right and stopped alongside the path.

What beautiful animals! There arrival seemed portentous in a way I wasn't sure of at the time. Here I was, in the third month or so of a serious health kick, and I'd just read a bunch of outdoorsy Hemingway, and I'm still aching from the loss of my own beautiful animal. I'm a big believer in signs and omens, and am very superstitious. For example, my superstitions include wearing my underwear backwards on Thursdays, wearing a tiny effigy of myself on a silver chain around my neck, and saying a quick prayer to the Great Pumpkin, gourd almighty, whenever I eat yams (note: none of the proceeding is true; I'm far too superstitious to tell you any of my actual superstitions).

I slowed my pace and tried to sound a little less like a rapidly deflating Moon Bounce, not wanting to startle the deer any more. The parents had stopped their flight to keep an eye on junior; when I was at the crest of the hill. I turned back and all three were rejoining on the path. Awwww.

It took me awhile to figure out what the appearance of the deer family in my life meant, omen-wise, but I think I've got it:

The bucks and dough will always flee from me, but kids will enjoy watching me suffer.

Or maybe they were just a particularly sparkly point of beauty in an overall great day. Who knows? I hope I'm having yams tonight.


Meg said...


I love watching deer, they're so peacefull.


Daniel Waters said...

Hi Meg!

Absolutely. Love you avatar--have you read any of Eric Idle's wonderful books?

Take care,

Anonymous said...


loved your blog and i am superstitious too.

Ashleigh said...

Awh, that's so cute!

"The bucks and dough will always flee from me, but kids will enjoy watching me suffer."


I loved 'Generation Dead', by the way - you're an awesome writer!

Daniel Waters said...

Hi Ashleigh!

Thanks! You are an awesome reader!

Take care,

YourDeadFriendBee said...

I love that! "the bucks and dough will always run but the kids like to see me suffer!"
I must say, I've been reading your blogs for the past half hour and they've made me laugh so hard! Especially the skunk one! haha!
Also, I wanted to tell you how much I adore your book, it's so beautiful! I've read it about a million times since i bought it (mild exaggeration) and I am currently trying to get all of my friends in school to devour it as I have. ;p
You're really, truly great and your book inspires me like few others. I hope that someday, I too can have an amazing book on the honored spot that is a Barnes and Noble's shelf! Thank you. ;p
Have a great day!
Love love,