Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds, Starring Justin Summers

(Monday)

The thought of a nice relaxing pseudo lunch feeding some birds and reading a book was a god send on the day that I was having (bummer it ended my consecutive "good" days in a row @ 7, but another streak is coming I can feel it). What I was truly in store for I was not in the least prepared for. First off let me set the scene...

It was a classic San Diego day, bright, sunny, not a cloud in the sky with a breeze gently kissing me on the cheek as it floats by. I needed to stay close to work so I headed down to Liberty City, the large park the is adjacent to the Jedi that goes all the way to MCRD. There was a playground near the water with a couple sets of grandparents playing with young children making me think of filling those shoes someday. I always have the same answer when asked about kids, "I can't wait, but I can." makes sense to me not sure how but it does. I can't imagine a better feeling in the world, but I can hardly take care of myself and struggle at it so a kid is probably not a good choice now (not that I have anyone to have one anymore :), so I guess that settles that). And the sheer fact of my situation 19 yr old parents, has instilled a wait til' your ready approach. But how do you know when your ready?.... And the award for the biggest tangent goes to.... Mr. Summers, for his renditions on his daily blog!

Anyways, I decided to head to the "shore" (or embankment of crushed concrete), it was low tide so not much to look at, and a tugboat had just strolled by. I took a seat balancing myself on a large piece with a book & a entire loaf of bread. The plot thickens... The opened the loaf and begun to feed a little seagull who ferociously attached the bread as if it had killed its wife. This is where it all went wrong.... DUN DUNNN DUNNNNNNN. The second the others caught wind of the little birds good fortuned, we were bombarded with every other sea rat in San Diego. Birds were coming out of the woodworks to receive the feast that I head in my hands. Like lightning bolts from Zeus they rained down from the heavens but they most definitely came from hell. These kamikaze dive bombers swarmed me flying inches from my head and bread, squawking that could drive a man to criminally insane. I FEARED FOR MY LIFE!!! Like the Snagglepuss I Exited Stage Right!!! I might of run down Usain Bolt!

Not the relaxing experience I wanted! So after cowardly running with my tail between my legs, I found a bench and tried to forget my life altering experience (my life flashed before my eyes). And it made me think about how I tend to overlook the minor experiences everyday as I'm sure we all do. I think as fast as life comes and goes, and even faster people live it's important to stop and smell the proverbial roses. The conversations, the walking time to get to a destination, the sights we neglect... now is the time to exercise those perceptions and bask in the glory of life! I found that I need to focus on the details, not of work but of the everyday, and

I am excited to see what I'm missing...

To the ones who say you can see it all, I say you haven't tried yet!

- Cheers