More Signs and Wonders
There's evidently some scheduled maintenance in the building lobby later this week. There are signs up giving the date of the maintenance and, in BIG bold letters:
PICK UP ALL MOVEABLE OBJECTS FROM THE FLOOR
Mind you, it doesn't say who is supposed to pick up the moveable objects, or what they're supposed to do with them. I suppose any of us could do it. I can't help but picture a bunch of office workers streaming down the stairs, and, with a shrug of the shoulders, going to pick up every item they can carry, and moving them around the lobby, possible while humming a waltz tune.
My second thought is the line from Taming of the Shrew:
I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.
So perhaps the waltzing office workers should be dressed in Elizabethan garb, the men looking lusty and the women feisty, and occasionally the men could sit and try to look like a join'd stool. Then the women could try to pick them up. Or something like that.
I swear, it sometimes gets very confusing inside my brain. Here, why don't you go watch some sheep. It might make more sense than I do.
In other news, the magnolias and the cherries have started blooming here, and the air has that wonderful watery spring sweetness to it, especially at night. I could go distracted, if I wasn't already.
PICK UP ALL MOVEABLE OBJECTS FROM THE FLOOR
Mind you, it doesn't say who is supposed to pick up the moveable objects, or what they're supposed to do with them. I suppose any of us could do it. I can't help but picture a bunch of office workers streaming down the stairs, and, with a shrug of the shoulders, going to pick up every item they can carry, and moving them around the lobby, possible while humming a waltz tune.
My second thought is the line from Taming of the Shrew:
I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.
So perhaps the waltzing office workers should be dressed in Elizabethan garb, the men looking lusty and the women feisty, and occasionally the men could sit and try to look like a join'd stool. Then the women could try to pick them up. Or something like that.
I swear, it sometimes gets very confusing inside my brain. Here, why don't you go watch some sheep. It might make more sense than I do.
In other news, the magnolias and the cherries have started blooming here, and the air has that wonderful watery spring sweetness to it, especially at night. I could go distracted, if I wasn't already.