On Being Invisible
We were in South Dakota visiting family for the holidays last week. My parents, my brother and his son, Starr and I are together.
There is abundant wildlife where my folks live. Deer, antelope, wild turkeys and mountain lions. I haven’t seen a mountain lion yet, but the rest are plentiful.
My dad, DJ and I were standing in the dining room at the sliding glass door looking at the group of deer that were wandering near the house. The “conversation” went a little like this:
Dad: How many do you think are out there?
Me: Another one just came up the hill….so there are eight.
Dad: I see two on the left, one on the right. I can’t tell how many are together in the middle.
Me: There are eight deer.
DJ: I see a new one that just came over the hill. (This is the one I previously remarked on…)
Me: Yeah, there are now eight.
Dad: How many do you think are there?
Me: Eight.
DJ: I’m not sure. *starts counting…one, two…*
Me: There are eight.
Dad: They are all grouped together it’s hard to tell how many there are.
Me: Eight.
DJ: I count eight.
Dad: I think there are eight.
