This weekend Larissa and I spent some time at her family’s newly renovated cabin (or I guess we’re supposed to call it the “lake house” now) at Hatzic Lake, visiting with family and friends. While we were there, I decided to take the opportunity to explore a couple of potential ring powers that were suggested to me by Twitter followers.
My friend Andrew, who is himself a married man, recommended that I check whether my wedding ring has granted me any powers of animal empathy. This seemed like a real possibility, since my latest discovery had suggested some potential psychic abilities. In addition, @mikerpenny figured I might as well test for vegetable empathy at the same time. It never hurts to be thorough.
On Sunday morning, I went kayaking out on the lake with my brother-in-law, Darren. A bald eagle was circling high overhead. I took the opportunity to focus all of my mental energy on it, willing the bird to open itself up to me. I suggested that it fly down and hang out for a bit, so we could get to know each other better. I don’t think I got through to it, though: it just looped around for a bit, then flew away. So much for animal empathy. Further evidence: none of my psychic pleading seemed to sway the mosquitoes in the slightest. ITCHY ITCHY.
I chose to interpret “vegetable empathy” as referring to a connection with plant life in general, not just with carrots, beans, and broccoli. I found the opportunity to explore this line of abilities on Sunday afternoon, while playing with my niece, Adalia. We were chasing each other across the lawn, and I was using the time in-between the frequent chaser/chasee role reversals to cast my mind out amongst the vegetation, searching for an empathic connection.
I wasn’t really paying attention to where we were going, and when I brought my attention back to what was in front of me, I saw a big fallen tree, partially uprooted but still fighting and growing. I figured if I couldn’t pick up some emotion from that barely living heap of inspirational tragedy, I wasn’t going to be able to connect to anything ever.
I squinted and grimaced and subvocalized and rubbed my temples and got nothing at all.
Apparently I’m just not all that empathic, not psychically so, anyways. Scratch a couple more options off the list.
Despite my failures, later that evening I did end up learning something very interesting. Some of our married friends were visiting, and one of the ladies–Larissa’s friend Megan–revealed that over the last few years, she had been having a hard time seeing certain things. Specifically, her mind seemed to be filtering out anything ugly.
I’ve been wondering why I hadn’t heard anything about the effects of wedding rings on married women. I mean, men have a League and everything. Now I’m thinking it might be because while men get special powers and abilities, women’s wedding rings may take away some of their prior capabilities. Other than the ability to see ugly things, how else might wedding rings affect the women who wear them? Physical weakness? Forgetfulness? This opens up a whole new line of enquiry!
As always, I’ll let you know what else I’m able to discover as my explorations continue.