First of all, I apologize for the lack of updates the past couple of days, but this weekend was quite hectic. Much was accomplished though. Raethan and I were able to assemble all of the wedding favors, construct the center pieces, begin working on the placement cards and purchase all of the odds and ends that had previously slipped through the cracks of our attention. It was very nice seeing Raethan and none of us wanted her to leave, but alas, her job would not allow a longer stay.
All of your comments were touching, heartfelt, sincere, and caring. Robin is so extremely grateful for your support through this trying period. But thankfully, all of your wishes, thoughts, prayers, vibes and spells have found their way through the aether to Robin. We both truly believe that the healing energy from all of you had a profound effect on her expedient recovery. Her eye is almost completely healed and at the doctors office this afternoon, the optometrist said she could start actually looking at things. This allows her to move around unaccompanied....so my services as a seeing-eye-son are no longer needed. She is still, unfortunately unable to read as of yet, but I foresee withing the next day or two she will be able to write her own posts and read your comments herself.
And now its time for something completely different...
What would you consider to be an omen? Or phrased differently, how does one distinguish an omen from merely a peculiar occurrence? I only ask this because I feel that about a week ago I witnessed an omen myself.
It was early (for me), about 8:30 in the morning last Sunday or Monday. I am almost never outside during this time of the morning. I went out to the back porch with a cup of coffee and noticed a bird barely visible behind the thin but numerous branches of a tree in our backyard. Something was strange, though. This bird was upside down, but not voluntarily. It was a young bird, presumably, because it had white speckles on its otherwise completely gray body. It was larger than a sparrow and had a black beak. Not being an ornithologist, that is the extent of the description I can give. But anyway...our fence posts are about two inches wide, with just enough room between the planks for thin bird legs to fit perfectly. The birds feet were facing my next door neighbors house while its body was upside down facing my backyard.
So to recap, there is a young bird trapped upside down on a structure used for separation and division.
Don't worry! I set it free from what seemed like a medieval torture device, but for birds. I was able to slip my hand behind its body, with it frantically flapping its wings and producing a sound that was both pitiable and horrifying, and simply lifted it up and out of its wooden shackles.
Is this just a random occurrence? A simple coincidence? Or was I meant to see and help that bird?
I am not expecting some Shakespearean soothsayer explanation for what happened, but what would you guys make of that situation had it happened to you?