Hopi Frog

I went swimming yesterday, as usual.  I walked back home from the neighbor’s lovely suburban pool.  I stopped to sweep the grass clippings from the walkway and bulkhead and also the deck.  This took a while.  finally I sat under the trees that shelter the dock, drank a beer, watched the sun on the water, and took a break from thinking.

Later I came in the house, fixed dinner.  Paul and I settled back on the sofa to watch the 8pm movie “Anger Management.”  I lay back on the sofa like always and this time something was rolling around creating a pulsing sensation inside of my scalp from the back of my neck up to my head.  I sat straight up.

“Paul, I have a aneurysm!  Something is pulsing inside my scalp.”

I went over to his side of the sofa. “Is there anything in my hair?”

Paul thoroughly ran his fingers through my hair. “Nope, I do not think you have an aneurysm either; those are very bad and we do not want one of them.”

I sat up straight for the remainder of the movie, occasionally feeling for the strange scalp movement.

We went on to bed and when I lay flat on the pillow the movement could be detected.  So I rolled over on my side and went to sleep.

The rolling continued.  Finally, around 2:15am, I got out of bed.  I got the big tooth comb and started the old fashioned looking for head lice thing.

A FROG fell out of my hair, tumbled down my body to the  bathroom floor.

I had to stand there for several seconds while I got through doing the oooooh oooooh ooooh ahhhheeee shiver dance.

The frog just lay there on its back.  I thought it was dead.

More naked shiver dancing.  It is not good medicine to have a dead frog in one’s hair.  I picked up the frog with a paper bathroom cup and sat cup and frog in the sink.

The frog did not move.

I went back to bed and woke up Paul because I just had to tell someone:  He appreciated the conversation.  Thoroughly waked up, he went on the the bathroom.

“So just why is there a dead frog in MY sink?”  Still muttering, he came back to bed.

I sat straight up in the bed like Buddha and shivered some more.  I was awake, very much awake.

I put on my big terry robe to try and stop the frog shiver dance.  By now I had my glasses on and the seeing-eye glasses revealed two strands of my long white hair securely hobbling the jumping part of the frog’s anatomy.  I could also see his heart beating in his upturned throat, similar to my own heart.   It took a while to un-strand the frog, freeing the hind legs.  More ooooh ahhhhah sounds from me all the while.

The frog is now totally free in the cactus bed next to the driveway.  I am still scratching my head searching for more frogs.

My Hopi Medicine Cards read that frogs are for cleansing.  I plan on doing just that and thoroughly showering at this early hour.  It is now 3:15am.  I am SO awake.

Enjoyment and surprise are part of living: even misplaced frogs.  I am still scratching my head with purpose.

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