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By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher

Mysterious, high-flying, fierce – me identifying as an eagle.

I like to forge ahead. I’m not big on looking back, and I’m the first to take the risk then back up later and apologize if necessary. After all, if the action that I presumed to take was successful, no apology imminent, right?

Now that’s not to say I’m not methodical. I like to plan. I take copious notes and will research you to death. I travel with itineraries. It’s a thing.

Of course, then there’s the rare circumstances where there’s no time for such as that, and I continue, forging ahead with limited intel in tow. If I feel it, I’m doing it.

Mr. Kaminski is aware that I am typically not spontaneous, and I loathe surprises. I have no outfits for spontaneity nor being caught unaware. I have ensembles for preparedness. Take last Saturday for example. While on a Hill Country excursion, I was ready. Jeans, sneakers, sweater, sweatshirt hoodie, umbrella – all outfitted for inclement weather even though it was 70 degrees in beautiful, downtown New Braunfels.

Traveling after a mere hour, the temp dove into the 50s, and the heavens opened up with the Texas version of April showers. Everything is bigger in Texas, so April showers are more akin to a monsoon. It’s just spring in Texas. The very season is designed to keep you on your toes. But your girl was prepared. I know the beast of the season. I was raised here. I’m nothing if not prepared for the maelstrom that is a Lone Star spring.

Honestly, as with most women I suspect, I’m a bit of a dichotomy. If I feel passionate about a happenstance that arises out of the blue, and if I’m feeling a certain kind of way, I do it. This is especially true with shopping. I’m a carpe diem kinda girl when it comes to retail. This perplexing mindset – planning, don’t plan, surprise, don’t surprise, seize the day when a golden opportunity arises, don’t seize if it hurts too much – keeps Mr. Kaminski on his toes.

I call this psyche of mine normal – adhering to a standard, exhibiting a pattern, constituting my norm. As such, I do not expect any hoop and la when I make certain declarations or exhibit juxtapositional behaviors. That’s just my normal.

I’ve always declared that I’m precious until pushed. It’s a standard idiom that has defined my life. Don’t push me. You know what’s going to happen. It’s just normal.

I believe eagles and I share this similar character trait. The animal; not the football team. Furry, mysterious, high-flying, pretty in a different kind of way, carnivore, fierce. Oscar winning author Sidney Sheldon once said, “The Eagle’s wings are silken, but its claws are made of steel.” In the era where folks can identify as whatever they desire, think I’ll identify as an eagle going forward. After all, we’re truly kindred spirits. See y’all next week – on the porch!

Patti Parish-Kaminski