If you’ve never heard of Bizarro World, then you didn’t read Superman comics as a kid. Well I didn’t either, but I learned about it in an episode of Seinfeld. I am in my own personal Bizarro World right now, flying about thirty thousand feet on my way to South Carolina via Chicago. And I can’t think of any place that could be farther from my simple lifestyle. This is as far from simple as you can get.
The guy sitting next to me has commandeered the armrest, which I guess is alright since we’re in an exit row. You have to take the good with the bad. I’m also pretty sure he is reading what I write. It’s OK for you to keep the armrest; I have the aisle, and that’s a fair trade.
It has been simple out at the cabin. The leaves are gorgeous and in the Northern Adirondacks peak leaf season is just about over. The red carpet of leaves on the trails is so bright it almost hurts your eyes, and the yellows, oranges and golds overhead create the appearance of a nice bright day even when it’s overcast and rainy. But those random shafts of light that penetrate the trees bring out so much color it’s a wonder to behold.
There’s a bear lurking around the cabin, and the evidence is obvious, even though I haven’t seen or heard him. There were a few old logs lying by the outdoor fire pit which were turned over, revealing what no doubt was a huge horde of bugs. I also found the remnants of a ground hive that the bear must have dug up. It was apparently a huge hive down in the lower field, since the hole that was excavated was about the size of basketball.
There was leftover honey comb at the mouth of the hole, but not very much. I don’t know how much honey ground bees produce, but I am jealous of what the bear got. Not that I would have gone in after it like he did, but I give him kudos on taking the hit to get his honey. The bear must be hurting for food with the lack of berries this year, but he hasn’t tried to get into the cabin, so I can’t complain.
Yup, the guy next to me was reading. He just said “thanks,” put his arm on the rest between us, and tucked a pillow under his head. Eyes closed, he leaned the seat back. Now he’s asleep and snoring and his arm has fallen from the rest. You take the good with the bad.