Overheard: On a trail at Hartwick Pines forest, a young boy and girl rushing down a hill together:
Girl: "I don't want to run, but I'm running! I don't want to run, but I'm running!"
Boy: "I know! Our feet are running automatically!"
Overheard: At a craft store, examining t-shirts with Husky dogs on them :
Woman: "Gawd, I'd love t'git Butch one o'them."
(Me, unspoken: "Is Butch a boy, a teen, or your husband? Your brother? Does he own a husky dog? Would he really like a t-shirt with a husky on it or is it only part of your illusion of Butch that he would like a t-shirt with a husky on it? How well do you know Butch, really? Would you like a husky dog t-shirt yourself? Or are you actually saying that you wish Butch were the kind of person you could give a husky dog t-shirt to?" My brain contains an extra nosiness nodule or two, apparently.)
Observed: From a picnic table by a parking lot, as I elected to sit quietly and knit in the sunshine instead of visiting the "Mystery Spot."
A sea gull walking along the road. He glanced about with rapid eye, like Emily Dickinson's bird, but he did not hop sideways nor hop anywhere. He walked straight on and on, with no visible emotion, the whole length of the parking lot, at least five car lengths. Then he stopped, looked both ways, and walked across the road.
I guess that's why it's the Mystery Spot.
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And now, a real snapshot from my vacation, of an activity which prompted this essential question: When digging in beach sand, do fingernails get dirty or clean?
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Posted by: Ishtar | 10/04/2009 at 11:26 AM
[this is good] Lovely! I liked your thoughtstream on Husky t-shirts :) I also liked the answer your discovered about digging in the beach :)
Posted by: Vishy | 11/04/2009 at 09:51 PM