Monday, May 21, 2012

Isn't there an eagle on every dollar bill?

I railroad the boy about not losing or not taking care of his stuff.  I have had long conversations with him about not taking care of his stuff.  I've explained to him time and time again of the ramifications of not taking care of said stuff.  Most importantly, I've been afraid that someone will steal that stuff if it isn't properly taken care of.
A few of the stories in this blog are about Sterling losing something.  At least, not knowing where something is.  I have explained to him that the easiest way to not lose anything is have a pattern.  "I don't lose stuff because everything has a place.  My keys and wallet are on the microwave.  My phone and watch stay with me at all times." I've told him.
On top of that, I have explained to him that I can find most everything of mine because I remember where it is.  Well...it happened to me.

There is an eagle that nests somewhere near my house.  Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of him.  I've really wanted to get a picture of him.  In my mind, it was a beautiful picture.  The eagle would be back dropped with a gorgeous blue sky and possibly a waterfall.  A 40lb salmon clutched in it's talons.  It would be gliding, so slowly, that I would have time to grab my camera, get the magnificent creature in focus, just as it crossed in front of a huge full moon and "click", I would have an outstanding shot that every person would want to mount on their walls.

So, when driving home last week and I saw him, I immediately stood on the gas pedal to get home as quick as I could to get my camera and zoom lens and get back and take the perfect picture of my eagle.  On the way home, I called Sterling.  I wanted him to grab my camera and lens and meet me in the car.  As I was planning my perfect shot, I had decided that I would have Sterling drive the car.  I mean, I would drive most of the way back.  But when we got about a half mile away, I would pull over, let him drive and give him the instruction to drive soooo slow around the corner so I could get the perfect shot.  I would instruct him to stop the car if I needed him to so I could get out.  I would have him drive up a ways and just wait for me, as highway 101 is only a two lane highway.  I'm sure that any cars that may be behind us would understand why I was holding them up.  I mean, c'mon...it's my freakin' eagle.  The perfect shot.  The blue sky, the salmon in the talons, the waterfall and the full moon.  The cars behind Sterling and I would have to wait...they would surely understand.  They wouldn't honk and scare the shy eagle.

All of this was going through my mind as I was stopping quickly at the bank to pull out $40.  I frantically ran up the the ATM, grabbed my cash and jumped back into the car.

Sterling wasn't around when I madly slammed on the brakes, sliding a bit on the gravel in front of my house. I ran in, grabbed my camera stuff, and like a bullet ran back to the car and took off.  I raced to get the shot of my perfect eagle before he flew away.

When I got back to his perch, he was gone.  I drove about a quarter mile down the road to a spot where I could turn around and put the car in park.  I was in Garibaldi.  I scanned the tree line to the east, put the car in drive and headed back north to Rockaway Beach.  Just before my last possible chance to pull off the road, I saw him.  I immediately pulled off onto a side street and there he was.  Directly in front of me.  He was on the highest branch of the tallest tree.  With my zoom lens I could hardly get a decent shot of him.  He was so high up there.


This guy is the reason I left my card in the ATM.  This proud, magnificent creature is the reason I had no cash at my disposal for a week.  As I have decided to keep my credit union account in Vancouver, I have no means of getting a significant amount of cash.  I had to transfer $ into my mothers account and have her bring it to me.  It's embarrassing.  Sterling let me know that "you don't lose stuff dad.  It's really unlike you."
When I went back to the bank to see if anybody had seen my debit card, the teller asked what bank issued my card.  When I asked her if they had my card, she replied "yep...that's the bank of the card that was shredded in our ATM.  If a card is left in our ATM and it is not from our bank...the ATM will shred it."

I went five days with $40 and a quarter tank of gas.  I think I'm going to get a bank here in Rockaway.

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