The Unexplainable

Yesterday started out as a normal Tuesday.

The Beagle Brothers had coffee with me in the morning (note the filthy Hobbit feet of an incorrigible grounder).

Claire and Honey followed their usual migration to the front of the house, so I stopped to say hello as I left the property.

I spotted a young fox crossing my front property but had to wrangle the Beagle Brothers into house before they spotted it and missed a chance to snap a photo.

I then went to Super Walmart’s in Longmont, where I made my regular $20 donation to John, a homeless veteran, who is an articulate man, with a deep and soft southern lilt to his voice,

and who Lisa and I have gotten to know over the years. He’s a good man and always seems surprised that we know and address him by name. The conversation always end with John’s “God bless. If you ever need me to do something for you, just let me know.”

There, but for the grace of God . . . . so count your blessings.

I returned to find that the two outdoor heating systems for the Feral Cat Houses –

– had finally arrived, so I was able to complete the end of summer refurbishment of Mittens/Mike’s Bunker,

and Smokey’s far more intimate Porch Box,

Where I tested both heating systems to make sure they will throw off just enough heat this winter for the feral felines. Puuurrfect!

Of course, word that Tom McCaffrey finally and correctly completed a project sensationally spread quickly among the natural and preternatural creatures of Casa Claire – even Claire came by for a look –

and before long Mittens/Mike and Smokey came by to check on their new accommodations in the Jack The Spruce Grotto.

And then stayed for dinner. They must have stuck around and tried out the spruced up accommodations – I unplugged them after testing them for an hour – because its not yet cold enough at night – because they were both out there meowing for a meal when I was making my early morning trip out for some grounding under The Old Man.

That moon gave off a lot of light, as it’s waxing into the full Harvest (or Corn) Moon this weekend (Sat-Mon).

Anyway, long before I ever got to this morning’s moonscape and grounding, my Tuesday provided me with a few more interesting moments, like when I went out to the road to collect the mail late yesterday afternoon, and spotted the descending arc of a rainbow over the horizon.

which really made my day.

But the pièce de résistance of my modernly magical Tuesday, was when I despairingly mentioned to Lisa that, after a month of us both searching everywhere imaginable – inside the house – including in the crevices and underneath every bit of furniture – in every room in the house – in the garage – in every item of clothing with a pocket – in every closet and drawer – in both cars (including under the seats and in the console crevices) three different times – and upturned emptying of every purse from Lisa’s extensive collection – for my primary set of keys to my Toyota (yes, the one from TCS) – that disappeared exactly a month before, I was going to have to bite the bullet and contact the dealership and order a new set (approx. $250-$500). When you must drive everywhere, you cannot risk not having a spare.

Then I looked up to my set of key hooks and the missing set of keys was there, hanging in their usual second spot from the right.

Now there are not a lot of keys to sort through. Lisa always keeps one set of her Acura keys in her purse. The spare is always closest to the doorway, to accommodate her shorter reach. I always have used the second hook in from the right and the doorway, with my spare to its left, a practice I have maintained ever since my animal rescue niece, Taylor (aka “Tales”),

first gave me that animal set of key hooks back in the Bronx, in 2007, after I adopted two of her rescues. The key hooks fit perfectly when we moved to our new NoCo Home.

Oddly enough, that particular set has been my primary since I bought the Rav 4 because it has a vestigial representation of my mother church, and the cross shape is easier to find in my crowded pockets – pants, sweat shirt, or jacket. It also works in a jam should there be a vampire uprising.

But there it was, hanging where it always hangs. Second hook in from the right.

Poltergeists?!

Will wonders ever cease?!

So, my fine, five readers, the lesson must be that if you pay things forward the Universe provides.

Now, Hump Day gives us all another chance to test my theory, so let’s get out there and put a small smile on a stranger’s face.

Keep looking for the rainbows in life.

And, no matter what else we get up to, let us make today a great one.