Today's count

Four tiny pink people, will little pink hats.  One tiny green person, with a little pink hat. On the big green lawn.  One big blue person, with no hat. Oh look they have been joined by a teeny tiny blue person with a green hat, and a very tall white and black person - with no hat.  For shame with our big examples.

Yesterday's count:  Waiting for the bus, four houses for sale - if you have 2 mil to loose you can buy all four, one dignified woman in her little go machine with her shirtless male companion standing on the running board and driving, and her little dog, Cleopatra style in the basket.

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Five adults, eyes lowered, fascinated, moving slowly, while a tiny creature, just barely surpassing dad's knee and eschewing the carriage on offer, demonstrated it could walk (and vocalize) all on its own: thanks very much.

Just the Right Amount of Strange

Round about March my body decided to alert me that it has just used the last of the iron in my body:  splat.  So I have spent much of the last few months housebound.  Slowly recouping, but still my range of power has only expanded to eight blocks.  But this week I went along to a friend's place in south Saskatchewan and when I came home, my home was just the right amount of strange.  Not a place I had been trapped for months, but, my home.

Delightful Oddities of Mind

Toddling along today, from cab to building, on a mission assigned by my physician, I passed a truck. And several other vehicles.  I didn't really notice it as I passed.  What I did notice was that I was humming.  A tune whose existence I would not even have know of a second earlier.  And a split second later I recognized first the era in which I had learned it, then the possible places I had been when I learned.  I turned, I looked at the truck.  It was a Ford.  The words came back to me in full:

I'm a little piece of tin

Model T  image Barefoot Adventures

Nobody knows where I have bin
Got four wheels and a runnin' board
I'm a Ford, oh I'm a Ford.

Honk, honk, rattle, rattle
Crash, beep, beep

Honk, honk, rattle, rattle

Crash, beep, beep

All the hand movements and actions are still rusty, but there I was, memories of Church camp and Guides abounding, signing quietly to myself.

For those who wish, sing it faster and faster, dropping off the last bit each time.  In a group if you go past what has been dropped, you are 'out'.  First thing to go - beep, beep, then crash, then rattle, rattle, and so on.  You can go all the way back to silence.  I Googled and found four girl guides displaying the actions, but they have different words.  So you can go find them yourself.  :-) 

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violets from friends in the season of robins

Housebound for nearly two weeks.  A friend who brought in groceries. A friend who called to cheer me in my captivity.  A friend who resupplied my pile of murder mysteries from the library (I recommend Kerry Greenwood's Corrina Chapman.). A friend who, all unknowing, send me a postcard that arrived today and brightened the afternoon.  A friend who, learning of my state, came with supper and then washed all the dirty dishes in the house. The generosity of caring:  worth more than any gold.

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My ball cap, worn for the first time this year.  Rubber boots, the snazzy kind.  My yellow spring jacket, open.  Seven melting snowpeople in the Bowl.  A snow mountaineer, climbing to the top of the snow mountain visible from my office window.  Ah snow mountains.  I walked along the tops of ranges on my way to school as a kid.  Puddles.

Unexpected answers

Just found a castle I have long been wondering the location of.  Saw it on the cover of a travel magazine once years ago, but there was no info as to where it was...Swallow’s nest, Yalta.  In the Crimea – guess where my search today started?  Information on Ukraine. Where the hotel displaying this picture – from which you will be able to sight see the castle – says it is. Or perhaps, Russia?