I turned 51 in April. When the hubby asked what I wanted for my birthday, I gave him my stock answer, "I don't need anything but you." He proceeded to tell me about a conversation he had with a woman who had just turned 63. She gave herself the gift of 63 firsts. During her 63rd year, she will try 63 new things. I loved the idea and decided to give it a shot. Hopefully this will go better than my 365 Thankfuls. Although I didn't get very far with the 365 project, it did get me into the habit of looking for the blessings each day. I still do it to this day even though I don't write them down.
So far it's been fun, and challenging, thinking of new things to try. We both work full-time and don't have a ton of money or time to play with so my wishful trips visiting new countries and places is not feasible right now. So my 51 firsts need to be local, low cost, and out of my ordinary routine.
I did take care of #1 on April 22nd. I attended a free class put on by the National Weather Service and became a Weather Spotter. It was very interesting. We learned about the different types of storm clouds and what systems can form a tornado and how to tell what direction they are moving. I think I'll feel a bit more comfortable when the stormy season begins.
#2 was something I've wanted to do but just never took the time in the five years we've lived here. There are some nice parks in our county and we've driven through a few times with the convertible but never took the time to get out and walk around. My friend and I have gone for a few walks now in Skalbekken Park along the Minnesota River. I intend to do this often this summer. It also sparked a new first to do; I want to spend some time fishing and looking for rocks for an art project on the sand bar this summer.
#3 happened a couple of weeks ago on my way to work. It wasn't something I wanted to happen but it was a first none-the-less.
On my commute to work I drive through the Minnesota River bottoms. It's beautiful scenery and I often see more wildlife than cars. I was cruising along and saw 3 deer off the road a bit in a field. I slowed down and watched them. They looked like they were staying put so I looked ahead. Suddenly in the corner of my eye I saw one of the deer running on the road. I tried to stop but she ran right into the drivers side of my car. She was a small doe and landed in front of the car on the road. Her two companions fled into the woods. She was dazed but then tried to get up and walk. I knew then she was not going to make it. She basically crawled into the ditch. I was fine but I felt horrible for her.
I called 911 and they said they'd send a deputy out to take care of the doe. I waited. I couldn't get out of my drivers door and I didn't want to scare her so I sat in my car. The windshield was cracked, side view mirror hanging by a wire and scratches on the hood. I knew there was more going on the side of my car but couldn't see. A woman stopped to see if I was OK. Then some friends stopped. They got out and said the car looked drivable and there were no liquids leaking under the car which was good news. They left and I waited and watched the doe. A man that lives down the road stopped. I explained I was OK but waiting for the deputy to come take care of the doe. She was still in the ditch, panting and suffering. Such a beautiful animal. He decided to go home and get his gun. A short time later he pulled up behind me and got out with his rifle. I shimmied over to the passenger seat and got out of the car. He said he was a hunter but as he gets older, it gets harder to kill an animal but that she needed to be put out of her misery. I went to the side of my car and inspected the damage while covering my ears. I couldn't watch and when I heard the second shot, knew it was done. I'm thankful he came along.
After he left, and an hour after I made my initial 911 call, I called the Redwood County Sheriff again and told them to cancel. I drove the car to the body shop and left it in good hands. That night when I was telling the hubby about my morning, I looked on my phone to see what time it had happened by looking at my phone call history. I got goosebumps when I saw the 911 call was made at 9:11 a.m. Freaky.
Off to find more firsts - hopefully no more like #3.