Captain’s Log 5,713
Yesterday was interesting. I had to accept an award for someone (and give a small speech in front of my executive peers, the acting mayor, port commissioners, state senators, etc.). It went well even though I wished the guy who was supposed to receive it had been there and not down with the flu.
After the speech, a lady I had never met in my life wanted to say hello. She hugged me. Kissed me on the cheek. And then she asked me about my dad who has been dead since 1992. I was twisting my brain into a pretzel to figure out who in the hell she was. When she realized she had the wrong person, it got pretty funny. She was SOOOO embarrassed! Poor thing.
Then I moved on to a meeting with someone so unpleasant I would rather sit in a bed of stinging nettles than sit in that damn meeting. Several months ago, I had tried to explain the joys of geocaching to this person…..who looked at me as if I was insane. Now, get this. Another person showed up at the meeting. This is someone Nettle Stinger thinks walks on water. This person is considered perfection. Nettle Stinger would LOVE to be this person if that was possible. Imagine my joy when this person walked into the meeting and said, “Is that your Mazda out there? I love your license plate that says GET OUT OF MY WAY I’M GOING GEOCACHING!” Turns out this person has just discovered geocaching and thinks it’s the best thing ever! She asked me about my finds, how often I go, etc. She asked if she and her boyfriend could go with me sometime and learn a few tricks. HA HA HA! Nettle Stinger made a pucker face and didn’t know what to say. I was asked about clothing, using smartphones or GPS devices, etc. Nettle Stinger was secretly seething. I was quite amused in my own private moment.
Nettle Stinger thinks I am the strangest person on the planet. That is fine. A lot of people think that. I don’t mind. Actually, I am somewhat flattered. But Nettle Stinger looks at me with disdain most of the time. I feel sorry for Nettle Stinger who simply cannot find joy in being outside looking for plastic containers hidden under rocks or hanging in trees. Personally, I think it’s a fine use of multi-bazillion dollar space technology.
So in its own humble way, geocaching was my hero yesterday. Anything that spares me from stinging nettles has got to be my friend.