Mr. Cable Guy and I were in the backyard hooking cable-y things up when he looked out at the pond and spotted Mr. Otter swimming around. Cable Guy, as I usually call him, was not your usual cable guy with a pot belly (sorry to cable guys everywhere but...) and baggy jeans over that neon t-shirt they all tend to wear. No, this cable guy was more of the outdoorsy type, dark hair, bearded, pretty well dressed for a cable guy, in jeans and flannel, and he told me he's from Wisconsin. He got super excited when he saw the otter and said it absolutely made his day. See, I don't think you'd get that from your average cable guy.
I got excited too. Seeing the otter in my very own backyard pond made my year, in fact. I looked up the spiritual symbolism of otters, and they represent playfulness and joy. I took it as the very best omen about our new home, which has since been quite a joyful place to live. But the otter remains elusive.
Looking at our pond is therapy for me, and I tend to be able to sit quietly and observe life in general. So I'm the only one, until yesterday, who'd spent enough time sitting quietly observing the pond to have seen our elusive otter. Even the next door neighbors, who have lived here for 14 years and also look directly at the pond from their back deck, have never seen the otter. A couple weeks ago at a backyard fire I could tell they weren't sure if they should believe me about it.
I saw Mr. Otter playfully chasing ducks earlier this summer, so yesterday when I saw some swimming creature chasing ducks as George and I sat on the deck, I immediately took notice. Is it the muskrat? Maybe a beaver? Nope, after a Google search and getting out the binoculars and observing further, we decided for sure it was the otter. I was right all along! (As an aside, so was Mr. Cable Guy--I've always used him as proof that I wasn't making this up.)
It doesn't really matter that I was right, so much, but that I now get to share this experience with George. We have both seen the otter, and that's exciting. It IS too bad we now know, thanks to Google, that otters chase ducks not just for fun but because they eat them. Ugh. I only wanted to know the fun side, but now I know the truth too. Still, otters are so playful and represent joy to me, and I'm sticking with that.
Isn't life like that? It seems everything has two sides to it, and it's complicated and complex and sometimes hard to navigate the reality of it all. I haven't written here in a while, and there's a reason for that. The last time I wrote, it was about back to school and how melancholy I felt about my kids being grown up and George going back to teaching. I wrote how George is my best friend and I love doing things with him. And that's the absolute truth.
But there's more to it than that. We've been married 23 years, and it's been hard too. Like, really really hard. Wonderful and hard. And when I write about how great it is being married to him, these days I get uncomfortable with that because I know I'm only presenting one side of our marriage, the good side. I'm not one to complain about my husband, because I don't see a need for it or a value in it.
However, I think people need to see real life pictures too--not just the good stuff. Because when we only see other people's good stuff, we feel ashamed and alone in our bad stuff. I can't take away anyone's loneliness, but maybe by letting others know our seemingly perfect marriage is far from it--instead, it's very real--maybe you won't feel so alone.
So that's been bugging me ever since I wrote that last post. But now I'm going to write again. I am not free to write about a lot of things I'd like to write about, but this is a start.
And that otter has inspired me again!
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