“You might see marmots if you look hard in the rocks below the trail” said the holiday guide. The first hour was fruitless- then a fluting whistle seemed to come from “over there” somewhere. Eventually, by staying as still and quiet as possible, we saw movement in the rocks nearby. Three marmots!
You can only see two, can’t you?
Frustrating, isn’t it.
I have little sympathy- at 4pm I was looking for my sticky tape dispenser. I checked the drawers, shelves, floor, windowsill, cubby under the printer. Nothing. “I can’t find it” was my comment to Juliet (code for “have you borrowed it and where is it now”) just before I borrowed her dispenser.
Three minutes ago (22.48pm) I found mine. In my study. On my desk. In plain view. All the time!!! It’s on top of the CD player, obviously, where else would I have put it???
How easy it is to apportion blame. I’ll have to take Juliet out for lunch tomorrow as my penance! (Tough, but someone has to do it.)
I put it there. I looked straight past it, through it, round it- several times! Missing the obvious, I chose to blame “someone” other than myself, and I am now deeply aware of my shortcomings. Fortunately my blame was coded… but since we’ve been married a long time, I suspect my code was broken. (At least I noticed and complimented the new hair cut when she came home from the salon at 6 o’clock. Phew!)
Here’s a piece of wisdom worth pondering:
Matthew 7:1-5 (NLT)
“Do not judge others, and you will not be judged. For you will be treated as you treat others. The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged. And why worry about a speck in your friend’s eye when you have a log in your own? How can you think of saying to your friend, ‘Let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye,’ when you can’t see past the log in your own eye? Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye.”
Oh yes, the marmots. There ARE three on the rocks. If you know exactly where to look, and can tell the fur from the rocks, there is a small portion of marmot number 3 in the photo. Can’t find it? Well, don’t judge me. It moved into partial hiding just as I pressed the shutter button.
And if you’re worried about my safety, Juliet is a very kind and forgiving soul. She’s had lots of practice.