Someone once said “God is in the details.” I personally don’t believe in Her, but I do know how to keep my eyes open for the signs of Her handiwork. Just in case.
This morning I stopped the bike at the ATM (not the one with the crisp British accent but the mute one) and while I fiddled with trying to fetch my wallet out of my slacks while still wearing gloves (never an easy feat) my gaze was drawn to the side.
Ordinarily the only thing I see to my right when at that particular ATM is the back ends of a number of new Toyota vehicles. There’s a sizeable car lot there beside the bank, and the edge of their lot abuts a twenty foot wide grassy verge with a sort of low spot in it’s midst and a few elderly pecan trees shading the bank and the parking lot. Well, this morning it included two other items of interest: a pair of Mallard ducks.
I don’t know where they came from; there is no pond or lake nearby, not even a wide damp place but there they were, calmly waddling across the green grass toward the car lot in that sort of reserved, self-assured way that only birds in general can walk. They were quite a lovely pair; he resplendent in his waistcoat of green and grey, she quietly dressy in her brown and ivory spots. Unhurriedly they picked their way across the grass, up onto the pale concrete of the auto lot and began, so far as I could tell, to shop for a new car.
They looked at a few models but I think they’d already mostly decided on what interested them before they arrived. I can only guess that they finally attracted the attention of a salesman, because they were looking pretty seriously at a metallic grey Xb, one of those boxy little SUV things that Scion/Toyota makes. He seemed pretty impressed with the valve stems but I think it was the little Mrs. who decided the deal in the end, as it offered a lot of room in the back for storage of eggs, ducklings, and what have you.
Plus Scion offers (as a dealer-installed option) waterproof floor mats.