The old gray (muffled) goose

I think I walked through the twilight zone today.

Oh, it looked like any old walk.  It felt that way too!

Cold and clear with those cumulus clouds floating overhead like giant sky whales.  It was relatively bright and sunny for late December.

I stopped by the office to pay my rent then took the outer path around the complex rather than disturb the Geese's sanctuary.  Yes, there are geese here again -- huge flocks of them honking and floating and leaving little piles of goose grease on the inner sidewalks.

The universe decided to reward me for exercising and my youngest son called me on his lunch break.  I couldn't answer my phone with my gloves on and I couldn't get them off with my phone in my left hand.  I actually bit my index finger trying to remove them in time to talk to him. Then I had to put the phone up inside of my hood to talk.

I huffed and I puffed and I walked around those buildings -- all the while talking to my son who was a bit concerned but understood what I was doing. At some point I was getting hot and sweaty, so I pulled off my scarf and put my arm through it so I could remove the hood and unzip my coat. 

It wasn't until I was off the phone and back in my apartment that I realized my scarf was gone!  Losing it is like losing an wooly innertube --  very difficult.  I can't imagine that I didn't notice I dropped it since it was encircling my arm or my neck the entire time.

Well, except when it wasn't.  I went back to find it and it was gone. 

In the meantime I bought a really nice new one on sale. Tomorrow I wouldn't be surprised to see some old gander wearing my scarf as he swims about in the center of the pond.