Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Afternoon on a Hill”
Bloom where you are planted
Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope
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January 2012 Movies
Hugo
Hiding out in plain sight isn’t easy.
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy
Things — and people — aren’t always as they seem.
The Muppets
Laughter is always in style. (Animal, call me!)
Claire’s Magic Ball
Here is a wonderful Magic Ball, made by Claire Roberts, age 10. There must be a gazillion folds! I’m so inspired by Claire!
Bow Biters
My shoes regularly come untied. Twelve books on knotting in my bookcase and I can’t tie my shoes such that they stay tied all morning, much less all day.
I can’t figure it out. I’ve used the “under” maneuver as well as the “over” maneuver (and I can’t explain either one). One doesn’t seem to be better than the other for me, as the results are the same: untied shoes by noon. About the only thing that works is double-tying the laces.
That works okay for running shoes that have long laces. Some of the shoes I wear to work are lace-ups, but their laces are much shorter and waxier. I often find myself walking down the hall, noticing that little tap of a sound that lets me know my laces are undone and flicking onto the floor with each step.
All dressed up!
Yummy laces!
I found one solution: Bow Biters. I think they are for kids, but they are the only thing that has worked for me. They say you are supposed to dress for the professional position you desire. That must mean that I want to be a professional happy . . . (I’ll get back to you when I decide what I want to be when I grow up).
Who’s Laughing At Me?
For my second time at the veloway, I forgot my fanny pack. What, then, to do with my “valuables” as I ride my mountain bike. I decided to leave them in the car. Just as I was entering the track, I saw the sign about vehicles being broken into, advising people not to leave valuables in the car. Okay, then, a change of plans. I was wearing regular shorts, with pockets. So I load up my pockets with my keys, wallet, and phone. I take the phone so I can call the police if my vehicle gets broken into, as warned.
It doesn’t take long for the contents to weigh my pockets down. With each stride on the bike, they droop below the hem line, swinging like basset hound ears; left, right, left, right. I see the roadrunner, near the “Snake Crossing” sign. He turns his head as I pass; I’m pretty sure he’s giggling at my droopy hound-ear pockets.
Nevertheless, I continue. A bit farther down the track, I hear a peacock; he croons as I and my pockets swish by. I have to reach down and pull up my shorts a bit, as the weight of my pocket items is pulling them down. The peacock croons again; I think he’s agreeing with the roadrunner that my drooping pockets are amusing. He’s laughing out loud, holding nothing back.
Okay, so I won’t make the list of best-dressed bikers. Cheap entertainment for the wildlife, though, and how many people can make that claim?
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This is a rerun, originally posted May 31, 2008 on my old It’s a long story blog.
