What an incredibly serendipitous synchroncity of experience I had yesterday - I'm still processing it. Within the span of a few minutes I experienced a set of three misunderstandings, which turned out to provide exactly what I needed to solve a puzzle that led to the rescue of my neighbor's two dogs, all within an remarkably short period of time - about 35 minutes.
Here's what happened: I was out walking my dogs when a neighbor pulled up in his car [btw, names have been changed to protect the guilty ]. Ronnie told me he was looking for two terriers. "Hmm. Two terriers", I said, "Jack Russell Terriers?" "Yes, I think so", he replied, "Henry was sitting for them and they got out." Here, in the very first moments of this episode, I'd made my first two misunderstandings. I thought Ronnie was talking about his two-doors-down neighbor, who I'll call Dr. Henry. I knew that two sets of Jack Russell terriers lived near Dr. Henry, and recalled that two weeks earlier another neighbor, Cathy, had found them wandering near her house. "Look around Five Oaks Drive," I told Ronnie.
After walking my own dogs, I got in the car and started looking for the terriers. I went to Five Oaks Drive and the first person I saw was Tony, putting up his holiday lights. "Hey Tony, have you seen some loose terriers running around?" "Yeah, a he said. "A tan one." This had me confused. The JRTs (Jack Russell terriers) are all white with black and brown markings. "Heather got it and took it to the community center." Okay, I thought, well, it's a lead.
A few doors down I saw Laurel walking her two dogs - the very next person I came across. "Hi Laurel. Have you seen any loose terriers?" "Yes, there were two, actually, Bonita and Chloe, but Chloe got away. I have Bonita in my house and was going to bring her to the community center. Do you want to pick her up?" Chloe? Bonita? I thought both sets of JRTs were male. Off I went to Laurel's house anyway.
Meanwhile, I called Ronnie's wife, Kay, who was out in another car looking for the dogs, to tell her I'd potentially found one of them. She arrived at Laurel's just as I did, with Andy - another neighbor, one who lives near me (not Kay). I wondered why he was with her, but Laurel came up with her dogs and in I went. Kay and Andy had left to meet me at the community center, as we thought the other dog might have been brought there. Bonita looked like a sort of poodle - not a JRT in any way! Now I was more confused than ever.
As I pulled up to the center, Andy got out of the car. That's when it dawned on me that I'd gotten it wrong. It wasn't Dr. Henry who was sitting these dogs, it was Henry, Andy's father-in-law. Bonita, the dog sitting in my passenger seat was the Francis's dog, Andy and Henry's next door neighbor; Henry had been sitting for the dogs while the family was away. These were two Wheaten Terriers. If I'd made that connection right away I NEVER would have looked for them on Five Oaks Drive. I'd have looked a mile away, and would never have found them.
Kay said that Chloe was supposed to be brought home, so off I drove with Bonita to Henry and Andy's house. When I got there, there was no Chloe. It took some digging and some more driving around before I realized that Kay had her own misunderstanding: the community center told her than Heather was taking the dog home, which she thought meant back to the Francis's house. I realized "home" might have meant back to Heather's home. I called Heather and she was in church - she hadn't found any dog.
Uh oh. Down a wrong track. Back to Tony's. It turns out he has another neighbor named Heather - who house I went to and knocked. Sure enough, she had brought Chloe home - her home. Chloe was nervous on the drive home but was soon reunited with Bonita, back at the Francis's. Turns out Henry hadn't closed the front door properly and the dogs had gotten out.
What I've been pondering is how my misunderstandings led so quickly and directly to finding the right dogs, and that the very first people I met up with, based on my misunderstandings, happened to know where the dogs were located. I've found myself not only in wonder at it, but also attempting to apply meaning to this experience. Is it just coincidence? Or did I have intuitive hits that led me to the right place at the right time, even though with mistaken ideas?
Connecting with and utilizing my inner guidance system has been a goal of sorts for me. Could this be evidence that I'm making headway with it? Might it just be an interesting set of circumstances, a confluence of fortuitous moments leading to a happy ending?
I am so not ready for Christmas. I just realized I don't have much time either. One good thing is the DH is off Friday and possibly all next week, so I can give him a few chores to do, which may help some. I'm counting on him to put stamps and labels on the Christmas cards, and do a few things around the house to straighten it out some. Unfortunately, I'm the organizer in the family, so I can't expect too much on the getting-the- house ready front. That's pathetic, since I'm not very organized. (g)
Anyway, I hope to get the house into decent shape before Christmas, when I do my annual meal for the family. There's also that Christmas list to get together. Time is ticking away.
What about you? Are you ready for Christmas? Or do you celebrate another Holiday? If so, are you ready?
One of the main reasons for writing "Cynthia's Attic" came from my failure - failure to appreciate my ancestors. Our family stories are probably no more or less interesting than most, and I went out of my way to avoid remembering most of them or asking questions about my grandparents lives.
For instance. Did I bother to ask my grandfather what it was like playing in the first night football game in America?
Or did I try to find out just which relative "supposedly" sold a city block on Wilshire Boulevard in Los Angeles for $20,000? Guaranteed, I would not be sitting here writing a blog had that particular relative held on to the property.
Then there's the story, "Cynthia's Attic: Curse of the Bayou," of my great-great grandfather, Augustus Boilliat who disappeared in 1860 while taking a load of produce down the Mississippi River to New Orleans? Oh, sure I've read different accounts about what happened to him, but lost forever are the stories his grandson (my grandfather) could've told me about facts he'd heard from my great-great grandmother, Marie Julia, about her husband's disappearance.
I remember a few accounts told by my dad about his adventures as a teenage cave guide at one of the largest caves in the Southern Indiana area, Wyandotte, but I only have to guess at some of the adventures he must've had.
That's why I'm writing adventures I wanted my ancestors to have; adventures I can enjoy with them through the eyes and voice of my character, Gus.
The idea for Cynthia's Attic: The Magician's Castle came from detailed genealogy research done by my cousin, Betty. Long before the Internet, she traveled to Switzerland to search for documents that would tie our great-grandmother, Harriet Kistler, to Peter Kistler the First, President of the Republic of Bern, 1470-1480. I've tried to honor the Kistler family in the fourth adventure in Cynthia's Attic.
Thanks, Morgan, for having me as a guest!
Mary Cunningham
Mary Cunningham is the author of the award-winning 'Tween fantasy/mystery series, Cynthia’s Attic. She is proud to announce the release of book four, "The Magician's Castle," Dec 1, 2009. Her children's mystery series was inspired by a recurring dream about a mysterious attic. After realizing that the dream took place in the home of her childhood friend, Cynthia, the dreams stopped and the writing began.
She is also co-writer of the humor-filled, women's lifestyle book, "Women Only Over Fifty (WOOF)," along with published stories, "Ghost Light" and "Christmas Daisy," A Cynthia's Attic short story.
To celebrate the release of "The Magician's Castle," (Quake/Echelon Press, DEC 1, 2009), a winner will be chosen on each blog stop to receive a copy of the "Cynthia's Attic" short story, "Christmas With Daisy!" So, be sure to make a comment!
Monday, I'm over at my group blog, http://makeminemystery.blogspot.com/, where I'm blogging about the mystery of the missing checks. Come on over and find out what it's all about.
I'm firming up some dates for speaking engagements in 2010. One's tentatively set for March 28, at 1:30 at the Niles Public Library, another probably in mid May at the Schaumburg Township District Library.
Also, coming up is a radio interview at WJJQ again on May 7, at 9:35 a.m. before my booksigning May 8 at Cover to Cover Books in Tomahawk, WI.
I've heard that some people are more afraid of public speaking than of dying. Surprisingly, I find it easier each time I do it. As long as I have my cheat sheet with me to glance down at once in a while for security and I like what I'm talking about, I'm okay.
What about you? Do you like to talk or would you rather not?
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