You don’t see that every day

Today has been a day of oddities.

In an effort to get more exercise and enjoy the beautiful weather and scenery, my friend and I took her dogs to a dog park. Now, when I hear “park” I expect a nice little bike path or sidewalk. This was more like hiking through the woods. It was gorgeous, but my God – I’m so out of shape. After about an hour of that we hit the part of the trail that took us downhill. All of a sudden we were accosted by a cameraman and a reporter for a local news channel. They were doing a story on ticks and interviewed my friend about it. Perfect timing – in sweats and t-shirts, hair all messed up, sweaty and no makeup. Great. I hope they edit me out.

Later, on my way to my car, I saw a very large Sikh man in white shalwar kameez, a gigantic beard, and a blaze orange turban wandering down the street looking completely lost. This was in the suburbs, mind you. Then he stared me down for a few minutes and waddled along his way. You don’t see that every day around here.

Finally, as I was nearing my house I came to a stop sign and waited for a man with his bike to pass. Normally I wouldn’t give it a second though, except that this guy was smoking a pipe, had a rickety old bicycle that looked like something out of Band of Brothers and was dressed in an old fashioned tweed suit. I’m pretty sure I don’t live in the English countryside circa 1942, so…?

It’s just been a very strange day.