It Got Weird After the Bird Broke Its Leg

Imagine this:

You pull up to the private home where you will be working for the next several hours. Outside the door there is a bird on its back, lying on the ground unable to fly or stand, and it is crying.

Oy.

You call your friend who is in front of a computer for the number of the nearest wildlife rescue. Holy crap, there is a BIRD rehabilitation center in the same county, about a half hour away. Seriously, what are the odds?

You forget about working for a while, place the bird in a nicely cushioned box, and use your GPS to find this off-the-beaten path wildlife sanctuary. You start talking to the man who was taking the bird, and find out he was originally from the same town you live in. And the same lake community. And the same street.  You can't make this shit up.

Also imagine you are a Yankee fan, your husband and son are Orioles fans, and take a wild guess what kind of bird it was. Yep, a species of Oriole.

An Oriole saved by a Yankee.

True story.
Nah, nothing odd about it at all.

p.s. we will find out Friday if the bird will be ok. News at 11.

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Say It Ain't So Mo: Mariano Rivera ...ouch

Fuck.

I hate it when that's the first word that comes out of my mouth in the morning. But as I opened my eyes at 4:30 this morning, the local NY TV station began the newscast with the story of the greatest closer of all time, NY Yankee Mariano Rivera tearing his ACL. Fuck seemed to be the appropriate comment at the time.

Put a fork in him...done, at least for the season.

The first inkling of something wrong came through twitter from the Yankees. Mo was hurt shagging fly balls in the outfield during batting practice, something he has always done. A freak injury, catching his foot in the no-man's land where the outfield turf meets the warning track. The next tweet was more ominous. He had been carted off the field. Well that can't be good. Later they would say it was a twisted knee and an MRI in the morning. I saw the replay, the look of pain on his face did not look like a twisted knee. What it did look like was the end of his season. And it is...his career? Maybe.

Did I mention there has been a line of incredible thunderstorms going through? I take it as a sign that God is displeased by the injury to Mo. We, in the NY area have always assumed that God is a Yankee fan.

As I took the dog for a walk, the storm had died down and the rain stopped. That was, until I got to the halfway point of the walk...no-man's land.  Thunder, lightning and torrents of rain. And me & the dog.
Fuck.

Soaked does not even begin to describe the dog, and everything below my knees. My jeans, socks and walking shoes could not have been more wet if I pulled them out of a bathtub filled with water.

So now, is my day going to get better or just be one of those "the world is gonna piss on me today" days?
There is so much to get done today, I cannot even think about giving in to the bad karma.

No retreat, no surrender. For me and hopefully for Mo.

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