Writer of Soul-Searching Snark


So, I’ve arrived in the bone-melting heat of Arkansas. Leaving Alaska was not easy. It never is. Knowing I’ll be back soon helps a lot. I flew to Dallas and stayed with my lovely niece again. Then, my nephew and I drove back to Arkansas. About an hour out of Dallas, a giant log appeared out of nowhere–seriously, no one saw it before it simply manifested. I’m thinking it was a Star Trek transporter accident. Anyway, I hit it going 70 MPH and blew a tire. I mean BLEW a tire.

We pulled over and my nephew removed the suitcases and dug out the spare. Three other vehicles stopped to see if everything was okay. Southern girl helplessness–ingrained in our minds from birth–took over and some stranger changed the tire for me. Then, my nephew found the closest Sam’s and we spent an hour there while I got 4 new tires. I’ve never had more fun at a Sam’s Club. My nephew is hilarious!

Once we were on the way again, we listened to tunes and made it to Fayetteville mishap free where my brother met me to get my nephew. So, there I was alone driving down the dark, winding roads to my hunting cabin in the middle of nowhere. I turned onto the dirt road and immediately stopped. There was a large log in the road. After my ordeal on the interstate, I was cautious and needed to take a gander before continuing.

Pretty darn scary if you ask me

Guess what. I wasn’t a log or limb. It was a big ass water moccasin. Huge! I guess it was wandering from the creek to a pond and it was not happy that my car stood in its way. His white mouth revealed evil fangs. Several thoughts went through my mind.

1) There are no snakes in Alaska.
2) Isn’t it too freaking hot for a snake to be moseying around?
3) Is this some kind of omen?

When I asked my friend if seeing the snake was a bad omen, she said told me that it was a sign that I would soon be faced with temptation. Oh, I hope the temptation is in the form of something more exciting than a doughnut.


Comments on: "Omen?" (16)

  1. I think it may be an omen. It’s telling you to go back to Alaska as quickly as you can . . . and take me with you! LOL

    Glad you’re safe. Try not to melt.

  2. Madison Woods said:

    OMG, I love the way you interpret things. Surely the temptation has to be more substantial than a doughnut… but was the snake a warning not to give in?

    • Oh, Madison, I didn’t think about the snake warning me not to give in. I was hoping it was a promise of good temptations to come. I’ll keep you posted.

  3. An omen? My grandmother had a lot of those, but I don’t remember anything about snakes. Welcome home, don’t you just love 105 degrees? Out here at our place. It must be hotter in Fayetteville, or down south in Mountainburg.
    What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, or something like that, so just think how strong we’ll be.
    We’ve missed you, gal. Welcome home.

    • Hey Velda,

      Looking forward to Thursday! I missed everyone. It’s hotter than blazes here. I lasted a total of 27 minutes outside–even with the 2L of water I consumed. So, I decided a/c and tequila would improve my day! 🙂

  4. I had an encounter of the serpent kind too. Only mine was the friendly black snake. He (or she) slithered away from me when I lifted a rock. My mind registered OMG SNAKE! and I screamed. The snake was thinking OMG, HUMAN! and desperately slithered a few feet away. But then we had a moment. I stared at the snake to determine what I always advise my grandchildren to do. Does the snake have a pencil head or heart head? Luckily for this snake, he or she, was a pencil head, so I relaxed. The snake looked back at me probably determining, human with hoe? human without hoe. He or she determined I was safe and meandered under the closest hosta plant.

    So, we are all good. Only now I know what happened to my beloved Leno the bullfrog. What a terrible demise for such a delightful frog!

    • Linda, sometimes nature is downright cruel, isn’t it. Why should the snake live and the frog not? For some reason I never ask that question when I’m eating fried chicken. Go figure.

  5. I do love how you look at things my friend. It’s not even close to 105 in the Adirondacks and I’m ready to go back to Alaska!

  6. Sometimes a feather (or snake) in the wind is just a feather (or snake) in the wind. I think Mr. Snake was hunting for water when you came along, however snake gets a bad wrap because of that Adam and Eve business. They actually mean wisdom, tranformation, and healing. I would say, Alaska was a healing process and now you are home. Just a thought.

  7. Oh yeah, I am SO happy you are home!

  8. Oh, Come On, Dixie! I want it to be some hulking, hot-blooded, Nordic god tempting me. Who needs wisdom and transformation?

  9. What a welcome home! At least it wasn’t in the house.

    Here’s the best google can offer: (of course it’s good or I wouldn’t post it. ha)

    Meeting Up With A Snake
    Is a sign of good fortune. Whether in your garden, inside the home, or out trekking, if you meet up with a snake, it means something or someone important is coming into your life. Never ever try to harm or kill a snake when confronted with one. The more poisonous the snake, the better is the good fortune. The king cobra is described as a snake of extreme good fortune. Whatever you do, never kill a snake as they are also associated with some spiritual presence.

  10. I think Linda’s harmless black snake was a doughnut temptation. Your deadly water moccasin?? That HAS to be a hot-blooded hulk. 🙂 And hey – why don’t I ever see snakes? Oh wait – yesterday I did see a teensy-weensy little black snake with yellow stripes. Wonder what measley temptation that signified? Welcome back, Patty – we missed your stories and the laughter it brings!

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