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My Bizarro World

After today's chores and four hours of writing and editing earlier this morning I got out to run 8 miles. The wind was whipping this morning on my run. I was just 1.5 miles from home. I saw a wire from a telephone hanging. I went to lean my head and upper body to avoid its loopy swing. Yet since there are times when only I could be thrown into a "Bizarro World"... It happened in a millisecond. A gust of wind carried the loopy wire into the air and into my running path as I ran against traffic going eastbound on Wyckoff Ave, in Waldwick. And pray tell it lassoed around my neck grabbing and choking me yanking me back towards the pole it hung from. I quickly twisted myself out of the choke as it ripped off the winter hat I wore on my head. 

Now when crazy stuff like that happens.  I wonder to myself eventually what was the last thing on my mind just before that occurred? I thought for a second as I watched for traffic and retrieved my winter hat in the roadway. It came to me... 'ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Yes, nothing.  Blank was the thought. So an inanimate object attempted to piss on my bliss. Although a struggling bliss it was nearly the whole way. 

I finished the run, having no time to ponder as I had a message that my plumber could fix one of my clogged sinks... like NOW. Like when I just had finished my run. I prayed for ten minutes of time to clear under the sink, take a thirty second shower, hang up my running gear, check the pets, and make a milk shake for quickie lunch. 

Before I knew it all was done, the plumber fixed my sink in under an hour and I was off to run an errand, do 3 mile hike, get three more errands done, pet care and do a little more editing before dinner. 

The lower hiking areas were nearly decimated from the massive winds and rain. Bulldozer tracks lay ahead 6/10th of a mile in, as debris from huge trees and a tree had just been. As  cleared. The first 200 meters around the bridge the water level was 2-3 feet higher than it was just a week ago. And 3-4 feet higher than normal.---Jody-Lynn Reicher 

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