I’m discovering one of the joys of having a blog. When something out of the ordinary happens, I can write about it as a way of processing the experience. Today, for instance, I encountered something truly unique. I’ve never seen it before and likely never will again.
I went to visit a friend who is laid up in a rehab center. It took a few wrong turns before I found the place, but find it I did. The center is located in a pastoral setting that is surely conducive to one’s rehabilitation.
After entering the building, I strolled down the hall to where the signs indicated my friend’s room would be. When what to my wondering eyes should appear but… a llama. You read right: A llama was coming up the hall in my direction. Was this my friend’s most recent visitor? Maybe I don’t know him quite as well as I’d thought.
Taken aback, I spoke aloud, “Now there’s something you don’t see every day.” Yet the good folks who labored in that hallway acted so nonchalantly that I wondered if maybe they did in fact see this vision on a daily basis.
That’s it. No lesson, no revelation. There was a llama wandering the halls of the rehab. How can I improve on that? The best I can do now is share one of my favorite poems, by my favorite poet, which happens to be perfectly suited for this situation.
The one-l lama, He's a priest. The two-l llama, He's a beast. And I will bet A silk pajama There isn't any Three-l lllama.* *The author's attention has been called to a type of conflagration known as a three-alarmer. Pooh. - Ogden Nash
And my friend is improving, I’m happy and grateful to say.
I don’t think the llama has anything to do with that.