My husband and I were out walking yesterday when we came upon this herd of deer near our home. The photo does not capture the intense look on the face of the lead buck as he stared into Boston's eyes. Boston also stood and stared at the buck. Their eyes were locked.
I sized up the size of the herd and was surprised to see that there were five bucks, and, if I can count correctly, five doe. Seeing deer is a common occurrence around here, but it is uncommon to see so many bucks in one place with so few doe. Since we had just seen two bucks, their antlers locked, fighting in the meadow across from where this photo was taken days before, I was a bit leery of proceeding any further on this particular path. We've been warned to be cautious when the bucks are rutting. They have been known to charge dogs if they sense the dog may come between them and the doe.
Boston never barks at the deer. He is always interested in them, but he respects boundaries. On the day this photo was taken, when we called to him, he turned and followed us in the other direction away from the deer without making any protest.
Today, Boston was on the back deck, unable to access the yard because of a gate on the deck, when we saw a lone doe just inches from the deck gazing at Boston. Again, the two animals, dog and deer, had their eyes locked on each other. Not a sound was made from the dog. When we headed toward the door to try and catch a picture, the doe turned and ran away.
I think during these wildlife encounters, the animals are sizing each other up.
I feel that same way at times.
One of the hardest parts of moving is getting to know new territory when it comes to sizing up, and getting to know the professionals who care for us. I am finding the task of finding service providers overwhelming.
I must find the following:
- a new hair stylist. Now that is a hard one. I am so picky about my hair. I've not found a good hair dresser yet. My family says I never find one I like. There is some truth to that. I joke that it is easier to replace a husband than a hair stylist.
- a manicurist. I miss my dear Kerri so much. How will I ever replace her? She didn't just give me excellent pedicures and manicures, she was my 'therapist' and good friend. You don't just find a package deal of a good friend and a manicurist that often. Such relationships are rare gifts.
- a doctor. That is a really hard task. I've been blessed with many great specialists, but one must also have a great internist. I'm finding that finding one that I trust and feel comfortable with is a task that also seems overwhelming. I'll keep searching until I find one who will talk and listen to me while also talking with the specialists that I currently see. As my doctor at National Jewish told me last month, "You need to have your doctors talking to each other." Again, it is hard to find an internist that will talk to the cardiologist, the GI specialist, the respiratory doctor, and the endocrinologist.
- a chiropractor. I don't go to the chiropractor often, but when I need one, I need one pronto. I must begin my search before I am in pain and don't know where to go.
- a massage therapist. There have been times in my life in the past few years when I have gotten a massage every week or every two weeks. I never go more than a month without a massage if I can help it. That being said, I haven't had a massage since the beginning of October. No wonder my neck and shoulders hurt! I need a massage. I don't know where to go. There are massage therapists all over the place, but I had the best one in Pueblo, and I want another one just like her. I miss you Kate! You were the best. Plus, I'm sure I will be paying a lot more for a massage here than I did in Pueblo.
- a therapist. Since the death of my daughter, I had the good fortune to work with an excellent therapist. I was so fortunate to find just the right fit the first time I met with this caring, wise woman who has helped me so much in my journey. Finding a new therapist is not going to be easy. I truly don't know where to start.