I am terrible with face recognition.  Which is totally not the point of my story tonight.  But… it is mildly connected, so I’ll go on.

I can only think of one reason why I can’t remember faces.   I have a pretty dang snappy memory, after all.  I would say, my “recall ability” is better than the average bear.  Not to brag on my bear abilities… but I do have the old steel trap on my head.

Anyway, my face recognition is terrible.  Especially out of context.  I will see someone at the grocery, they will call me by name, smile, wave… and I….  well….. I raise my hand in a joyful salutation. But truth be told, most of the time, I have absolutely no clue who stands before me.

Here is my excuse, and I am sticking with it:

I have never cared much about people’s physical appearances.  In fact, not much at all. I just don’t notice.

We will be out with friends, and everyone will all of a sudden say… “Oh my goodness.  Did you get a load of THAT?”  And everyone nods, and rolls eyes, or chuckles.  And I sit there, usually asking… “Get a load of what?”

I just don’t notice what people wear, or haircuts, or even if they have cyclops eyes.
Nope.

So.  On to my story.  Finally. Often times… I will be out and about… and someone will come up and pat me on the back and say…. “Hey, how are them-there chickens?” and then they laugh and laugh.  I stand there thinking… “How does this person know I have chickens?” Or they will drive by and yell out the window… “Chased any good chickens lately?”

I know they are probably referring to this daily writing.  But dang. I don’t know who they are. And then I wonder.

I can only say that Karma is a heck of a thing.  I was asking for this a LONG time ago.  As it happens…. I still have that old City Girl Blood pumping in my veins.  So.  Way back… when the whole “Milk” campaign came out with their catchy new slogan, I would use it.

You see… I’d be driving along a country road, and see a field of cows.  No matter wind or rain, I would roll down my window and yell out at those cows… “HEY!  GOT MILK?”    And I would laugh and laugh.  Those cows would turn around, look my way.. .. and have these expressions on their faces…. like… “Do we know who the heck that woman is?”

Well.  NOW I know how they feel.  Every time a drive-by chicken remark comes my way.   And it comes full circle.

Like a monkey in a zoo, I am.
A monkey in a zoo.

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Knock on the sky and listen to the sound. ~Zen Saying
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Begin at the beginning… and go on till you come to the end: then stop. ~Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

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It’s always Now. ~Eckhart Tolle