It’s creepy to feel that I am being watched.
It happens almost everyday when I walk.
It happens in a shady lane where I seek respite from the hot sun.
Walking, I feel someone watching.
There is no one in the lane.
My dog Ginny is always with me.
She is a lovable, friendly Golden Doodle.
Would she defend me? I think so.
Yet, I don’t want to put her to the test!
Why not go a different way?
Why court trouble?
I am being watched.
Summoning my courage, I decide to investigate.
Instead of hurrying on to reach the sunny part of the lane, I stop.
I look around and feel someone watching me.
I want to run. I can not breathe.
I look at Ginny.
She is happily sniffing the ground with no thoughts of danger.
I look up and see an eye staring at me.
I gasp! I stand there.
Who put it there?
What is the story?
I doubt I will ever know who, why or when.
However, this wooden creature is now part of my story.
I can tell my grandchildren about when their Oma was scared to walk down a lane.
Maybe there’s a lesson for them about looking all around – not just straight ahead.
I can relate the tale with a laugh to my girlfriends at lunch.
It can lighten the moment as only silly stories among friends can do.
I can share it with my Internet buddies!
It is another link to sharing our humanity with each other.