fingertips have memories
I like early flights. Waking up before or with the sun is much more invigorating when you have an exciting purpose. It takes me back to Schlitterbahn days of yesteryear. The cool morning air spiked with the inebriating perfume of chlorine and sunscreen. Oh chemicals. That smell lingers so long in clothing.
"Frogs are good swimmers but they haven't much endurance. Down the pool they went until finally they were bunched and crowded against the end. And the feet and wildly plunging bodies followed them. A few frogs lost their heads and floundered among the feet and got through and these were saved. But the majority decided to leave this pool forever, to find a new home in a new country where this kind of thing didn't happen."
What is it with some people chewing pens and clacking caps around in their mouths? "Think of anything else" becomes my mantra but it works about as well as "don't think of a pink elephant." It's weird how some sounds become white noise while others just drive you crazy.
Memo to self: try not to borrow pens if you can help it.
My sister came up to me the other day:
"Will you plug this in for me?"
"Okay, how come?"
"It's kind of beat up and I'm afraid it'll electrocute me."
"Ah, I see."
My dad has this friend who moved back to Canada. The man has bought several things off Ebay or whatnot and they get shipped to us for some reason they worked out. It's always so exciting to go get the mail - brown paper packages and all. There's that little glimmer of possibility before you realize it's probably just miscellaneous car parts. Anticipation is a funny thing.
After feeling like that girl in Matilda for a while, (with the father who bought cheap stolen car parts and then resold them at higher prices and who had the FBI parked outside his house) I asked what all those packages were for. The guy is going to build his own Hummer. I don't like those cars - especially not yellow ones - yet I have to admit - that's impressive.
"Frogs are good swimmers but they haven't much endurance. Down the pool they went until finally they were bunched and crowded against the end. And the feet and wildly plunging bodies followed them. A few frogs lost their heads and floundered among the feet and got through and these were saved. But the majority decided to leave this pool forever, to find a new home in a new country where this kind of thing didn't happen."
What is it with some people chewing pens and clacking caps around in their mouths? "Think of anything else" becomes my mantra but it works about as well as "don't think of a pink elephant." It's weird how some sounds become white noise while others just drive you crazy.
Memo to self: try not to borrow pens if you can help it.
My sister came up to me the other day:
"Will you plug this in for me?"
"Okay, how come?"
"It's kind of beat up and I'm afraid it'll electrocute me."
"Ah, I see."
My dad has this friend who moved back to Canada. The man has bought several things off Ebay or whatnot and they get shipped to us for some reason they worked out. It's always so exciting to go get the mail - brown paper packages and all. There's that little glimmer of possibility before you realize it's probably just miscellaneous car parts. Anticipation is a funny thing.
After feeling like that girl in Matilda for a while, (with the father who bought cheap stolen car parts and then resold them at higher prices and who had the FBI parked outside his house) I asked what all those packages were for. The guy is going to build his own Hummer. I don't like those cars - especially not yellow ones - yet I have to admit - that's impressive.