Sweaty Serendipity

I've taken the Jeep in for some gearhead repair or another (crank position sensor*, if you're interested). After dropping it off and getting a time estimate of approximately two hours, I take myself and my book to a coffee shop. Then I wander a little farther down the road for a quick hair trim. At this point, the shop calls to tell me that it will be a longer than planned, and I make the decision (oh, why didn't I wear walking shoes) to walk another 40 blocks home.

In midday Florida heat.

Instead of walking on the main roads, I walk along the residential areas. And, it being Saturday, happen across a garage sale. And at this garage sale, I find a hammered metal owl.

A quick bit of backstory...the movie Clash of the Titans came out when I was eleven. I'm not sure why, but it captured my fascination, and since then I've been very fond of that little mechanical owl (named Bubo).

I finish the last few blocks with a silly little $9 hammered metal owl in tow.

He makes me happy.

However, I'm not happy about the 40 block walk back to the auto shop. At 3:00 in the afternoon. When the sun is strong and temperature is hovering around 90. I hope it rains on the way.

*This really needs to also be a name of some diagnostic tool for someone's naughty toy box.