I saw a goose at 2am in the middle of a neighborhood

During this morning's run I ran into a goose. Not literally, although that is plausible. In the middle of a neighborhood, all by itself just walking down the street. There were no other geese around. It didn't honk or hiss and it wasn't bedded down and sleeping. Just sorta there. Hanging out.

Then even stranger than the goose there was a guy in his driveway also watching to goose, "I just pulled into my driveway and thought that goose looked strange. It doesn't look injured or anything." What is happening. It is 2:33am in the morning and we're carrying on about a goose. His name was Ken. Not the goose, the man. 

The whole morning felt like a bizarre sort a dream that I couldn't have made up if I tried. The kind of thing that normally I'd forget when I woke up.

But it really happened. 

Sometimes running is radically boring and other times instances like this make it unbelievably memorable. Often it is just a small little instance that is remarkable or out of place. For instances, a few weeks a go I found a cabbage on the side of the road (again in the middle of a neighborhood) like it fell off a produce cart. I mean how did it get there? I can't imagine someone walking home with a sack of groceries would just drop a cabbage and not notice it. 

I don't know. Weird stuff.



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