Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “coincidence.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Some people do not believe in coincidences. It’s possible that events that seem unrelated are really related in ways we do not understand. I do not believe it’s a random coincidence that David found me again right after my daughter graduated from high school in 2011, five months after I promised myself to stop looking for a partner until after she graduated, telling myself, “Maybe then I’ll have some of my own adventures.
Fast forwarding to this week, it’s no coincidence that my itching and burning skin condition flared up again after I spent a lot of time in the sun volunteering with dogs at the shelter. I suspect brachioradial pruritis – where the brachial nerve is compressed in the neck and sends signals to the arms, neck, or back that are misinterpreted as itching or burning. It’s often triggered by sunlight and common in fair skinned women with a history of sun damaged skin (me)…. either that, or I’m suddenly allergic to the sun. I wore long sleeves and a hat in spite up the temps being in the upper 80s, but my neck got a bit of sunburn… anyway, I’m getting physical therapy for my neck and continuing to explore options. Ice and lidocaine help. Anyone ever have this?
I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that the fifth dog that belonged to the woman found dead in her home last week was rescued right in the nick of time, after I prayed and asked my daughter to pray. The other four dogs had been adopted. But Luke, growled and barked at everyone so was labeled “aggressive.” We thought he’d be euthanized since his week was up. But a rescue organization agreed to take him and with help from Luke’s previous pet sitter, and some chicken, he finally came out of his cage for transport to the rescue. He was just traumatized like the rest of his pack who lost their leader.
The five dogs had been taken to animal control, a small rural county facility, immediately after their caregiver was found dead. One dog, Georgia, kept being on my mind. She’s a big dog, ten years old and has arthritis. Not easily adoptable. I thought David would say no and tried to stop thinking about her, but when I asked, he said, “I have to meet her.” So, we went to meet her Wednesday and went back to bring her home Friday morning. I believe it’s going to work out. She’s a sweetheart, and I’m committed.
Below are photos of Georgia. The first one was taken by an advocate at the county animal control. The other two were taken yesterday in our backyard.
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