Before I explain this picture, I want to tell you about a man that lives here in Huntington. He sits on his front steps and watches the people and deer go by. Yes I know, in a small town like this one there can't be that many people going by. Every time I go by, I wave at him and he always waves back. Now I was taught as a child to always wave at people, it's just a nice thing to do. But in the last town I was in, no one waved back. It at first made me angry but then it became a game for me. To see just how obvious I could be that I was waving at any one and see if they would wave back. Sadly not many did. But in this small town, you wave and they will even stop what they are doing to make sure you see them wave back. Loving it here. So every time I wave at this man, he waves back. To me this man looks like he should have a miner's pan in front of him. He has the face, the beard and the clothing for it. I don't ever see him any where else in town, just always sitting on his front steps. Because I am a snoopy person, I asked Eric to find out who he is. This is what the town thinks of him. Nice man but weird. His name is Charley, but they call him crazy eyes Charley. His eyes do not do the things that most people's eyes do. You can never really tell just where he is looking. The say he is weird because he is Bi-Polar. Now being someone that the wonderful, PRACTICING Dr.'s have tried to give that same title makes me wonder. Just who is the weird one here? The Dr tried to put me in that boat, where the others would not let me row, something about not being able to keep up. Because of my mood swings. I was told by the psychiatrist that I later saw that every one in there own way was bi-polar. Some how it didn't really make me feel better. Granted I was in the depressed boat at the time where NO ONE rows. The oars fell out while everyone was asleep and every one took it as a sign that there was no hope and so we all just sat there in the boat and cried. See some of you might think that was sad, where others of you might think that was funny. Which one of those reactions makes you weird? So as I see this man and listen to the things people say about him, I wonder just what does he think is weird? If I had any memory of my time as being weird (just play along like I am not still weird OK? jeez!) what did I think was weird? The way a parent can be yelling at their child and then answer the phone in a sweet voice as if they hadn't been yelling at the top of their lungs less than a second ago? I still think of that one as a little weird and I do it myself. Or maybe how you pass someone in the store and they are looking at something on the self but you can tell by the way they are looking that they really are not LOOKING at what their face is pointed at. Maybe this things are not weird to you. So which one of us is weird? Now I will explain the photo to you. As some of you know, I have some rare form of mucus in my face known as allergies. Did not know I had this until moving up to the mountains where everything is much drier than I am use to. And I thought
Gooding was desert and dry (even the people in
Gooding are dry, giggle giggle). So I am on an allergy pill that for your shock and amazement, does not make me dopey. The cough syrup with codeine on the other hand does, good stuff I tell ya. The pills loosen the mucus and makes it drip out of my nose. Not a blow your nose and get most of it out kind of drip. No the little bit at a time kind that gives you false security to go out into public without your hankie tucked into your bra always ready to wipe. So as you wander around you begin to feel that little tickle of the mucus rolling down the inside of your nose and then just hanging on to the outside of your nostril like that sweat bead in the first Mission Impossible. You hope with everything you have that no one can see it, but you can not contain yourself and you wipe with your hand ( remember there is nothing in your bra but a lump of fat, no hankie for you) and for some odd reason this sends the signal to all the other little drops of mucus to come forth and roll down your nose. At this moment in time you know your in trouble. People are going to know that you are weird now because you keep wiping at your nose with your hand and then out of pure desperation, you wipe your hand on your pants. You know that these people are wondering just how old you are. No one but a child does that. And you think, at least I did not lick my upper lip to get it off, but it is too late. You are thought of as weird. So once in the car, you search for something to blow your nose on and can only find an old napkin from McDonald's stuffed between the seats. But at this point you just don't care and you blow. Only to discover that it was only little drops and nothing major comes out. This only helps the frustration grow and you shove the napkin into your nose like so (look at the picture, it is worth a thousand words). At which point you drive home, not caring who sees you. Enter stage left, the man on his porch. And out of pure habit and enjoyment, you wave at him. He looks at you and waves back. At which point I wonder, does he think I am weird?
