WHEW! No tears this week! Well, a tiny laughter tear over your 'Busted Binky' musical exploration and the ever present sperm. Good Lord-I needed a chuckle in the gloom of today. Thanks friend
Oh my goodness... You have treasures all around you in the form of dumped items.... I remember one winter night, about 20 years ago, I had to make a quick trip to the Food Lion.... Turning the big corner there at the shopping center I noticed that there was canned food and a box of crackers there were ripped open and soggy from the day's rain... Also not far away were two cans of Coke..l was baffled...UNTIL.. Someone pulled alongside me and said those belong to those folks who live in the woods and sleep in paper boxes... I never knew this.... But I did now... I asked if they were there all the time or can you just leave things here... and the answer was that's all that anyone does... Food Lion had a new purpose now as I bought some hot rotisserie chicken and some containers of chicken salad and pimento cheese...and fresh bread.... And of course , a bag of cookies... It was a cold night.... I had a warm coat.... I had a warm home to go to.... Others obviously did not.... But I'm grateful that I saw these leftovers at the edge of the woods...... Because my eyes are always looking for treasures that might lead to lonely hungry friends.. And yes I made many more trips back to the little section beside Food Lion near the woods...
What a touching discovery, Barry, and yet not a discovery at all - because I have to believe it was divine guidance that directed you there knowing you would have the eyes - and heart - needed to see the need and respond to it. Thank you for sharing the story of your "found art."
Thank you, Prue. While Mr. Spunky might be trying to tell me something more important, mostly what I'm hearing is that my husband probably needs to vacuum his truck! Then again, had he done so, we would have missed out on all the fun. Perhaps that's the real point.
When I saw the picture of the bowl I thought "that's a nice bowl" and realized I've entered the age of appreciating good containers. I also hear myself saying "that's a good box" sometimes.
I love your writing.
The pizza is a mystery.
When I was 15 and waitressing at Fisherman's Inn on Solomons Island, an old gentleman would bring me whatever he found on the road on his way to have his morning coffee. I got bobby pins, pretty stones... and one day I received a gold ring. Which I hocked for a whopping $22.
Next time I run across a nice bowl, or a good box, I'll see about sending them your way, Kathy. I suspect finding and bringing you gifts was a source of joy for the older man. A local friend was a server when a waterman (fisherman to those not from these parts) began bringing her interesting finds from his dredge spoils. He also gave her a ring, when he married her! :)
Thank you for the morning giggle... that little white wriggler has patently lost its way in life...
I live, quite literally in the middle of nowhere, few people pass the house and the forests, unlike city forests, are deserted barring their wild occupants, so you can imagine my surprise in finding a brightly coloured noddy car balanced on a fallen tree across the brook as I ambled passed one day... I took a photograph (of course) and asked around but the mystery remains... entertainment for the coypu perhaps, who knows?
WHEW! No tears this week! Well, a tiny laughter tear over your 'Busted Binky' musical exploration and the ever present sperm. Good Lord-I needed a chuckle in the gloom of today. Thanks friend
I needed a chuckle, too! Glad to know we were laughing together. Thanks, Kate. <3
Oh my goodness... You have treasures all around you in the form of dumped items.... I remember one winter night, about 20 years ago, I had to make a quick trip to the Food Lion.... Turning the big corner there at the shopping center I noticed that there was canned food and a box of crackers there were ripped open and soggy from the day's rain... Also not far away were two cans of Coke..l was baffled...UNTIL.. Someone pulled alongside me and said those belong to those folks who live in the woods and sleep in paper boxes... I never knew this.... But I did now... I asked if they were there all the time or can you just leave things here... and the answer was that's all that anyone does... Food Lion had a new purpose now as I bought some hot rotisserie chicken and some containers of chicken salad and pimento cheese...and fresh bread.... And of course , a bag of cookies... It was a cold night.... I had a warm coat.... I had a warm home to go to.... Others obviously did not.... But I'm grateful that I saw these leftovers at the edge of the woods...... Because my eyes are always looking for treasures that might lead to lonely hungry friends.. And yes I made many more trips back to the little section beside Food Lion near the woods...
What a touching discovery, Barry, and yet not a discovery at all - because I have to believe it was divine guidance that directed you there knowing you would have the eyes - and heart - needed to see the need and respond to it. Thank you for sharing the story of your "found art."
Hopeful that the week ends on a good note for the whole family - furry included.
As for that little swimmer - do you think its trying to tell you something?
Thank you, Prue. While Mr. Spunky might be trying to tell me something more important, mostly what I'm hearing is that my husband probably needs to vacuum his truck! Then again, had he done so, we would have missed out on all the fun. Perhaps that's the real point.
When I saw the picture of the bowl I thought "that's a nice bowl" and realized I've entered the age of appreciating good containers. I also hear myself saying "that's a good box" sometimes.
I love your writing.
The pizza is a mystery.
When I was 15 and waitressing at Fisherman's Inn on Solomons Island, an old gentleman would bring me whatever he found on the road on his way to have his morning coffee. I got bobby pins, pretty stones... and one day I received a gold ring. Which I hocked for a whopping $22.
Next time I run across a nice bowl, or a good box, I'll see about sending them your way, Kathy. I suspect finding and bringing you gifts was a source of joy for the older man. A local friend was a server when a waterman (fisherman to those not from these parts) began bringing her interesting finds from his dredge spoils. He also gave her a ring, when he married her! :)
Thank you for the morning giggle... that little white wriggler has patently lost its way in life...
I live, quite literally in the middle of nowhere, few people pass the house and the forests, unlike city forests, are deserted barring their wild occupants, so you can imagine my surprise in finding a brightly coloured noddy car balanced on a fallen tree across the brook as I ambled passed one day... I took a photograph (of course) and asked around but the mystery remains... entertainment for the coypu perhaps, who knows?
A gnome Uber, perhaps? What a fun and curious discovery! Thank you for sharing that story. It's truly delightful.
Finding joy in everyday things is a key to happiness. I will now enjoy more flights of fancy from the everyday found objects! Thank you!
Flights of fancy! I need to remember to use that expression more - it's quite wonderful. Thanks, Cynthia.