Suspended Sneakers
Yesterday evening and again this morning, I couldn’t help but notice the proliferation of abandoned running shoes, or sneakers, in town. Okay, so two pairs perhaps doesn’t constitute a proliferation, but if one sighting is odd, what does that make two?
And these shoes weren’t simply lying on the sidewalk or tossed to the side of the street. Both pairs were prominently displayed as if someone wanted them to be spotted by all passing motorists. Tied together by their laces, one pair was hanging from a hydro wire stretched across a main road while the other was suspended from the horizontal arm of a traffic light at a popular intersection. Hmmmm…..
Is there a secret movement, um…afoot?
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Whitby Weekend
So this past weekend we’re at the Ontario Lacrosse provincials in Whitby for number one son (yes, I know it’s Wednesday already…so the summer goes). It’s a big deal in the Ontario lacrosse world.
We wade through crowds and cheer ourselves hoarse. We smell smells that have no place outside a locker room but, well, that’s what you get when it’s hot and kids in heavy protective gear, which has to be used over and over again, run around and run around and run around more in a confined space.
At each arena we thread our way through the parking lot to the door. I’m seeing all sorts of stickers on cars that flash support for this home team or that home team. There are numerous pictures of lacrosse sticks: singly, two of them crossed, oriented horizontally and oriented vertically. I read slogans urging me to hug a ref. I am informed that it takes balls to play lacrosse.
When we pull up at, like, the fourth different arena of the weekend, the car beside me is sporting this sticker:
No kidding. We had a good laugh.
Driving around with that on your bumper? I think that takes balls.
[And the home team? Made it all the way to the semi finals but was stopped there. Not bad! Hawks rock!]
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Slug Sightings
I saw this slug today. Definitely not unusual considering all the rain we’ve had. But apparently this year the slugs are getting so confident, so bold and so sure of themselves they’re…
… hitching rides to your garden. Sheesh!
(No kidding, this slug was on somebody’s car in a parking lot when I saw it. I didn’t make this up.)
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Me and My Manure
I’m in Home Depot today wandering down an aisle when an orange-aproned older gentleman says, “Can I help you, ma’am?”
I am tempted to say no thanks, because I’m not in a hurry (and I hate being called ma’am–I don’t think I’m that old yet), but I get the sense he’d rather not be putting together whatever it is he’s been wrestling with so I say, “Okay. I’m looking for some cow manure.”
He says, “Well, for that you should get yourself a cow.”
Ha. ha. Not laughing. That can’t be the first time he’s said that, right?
“Yeah, I know,” I reply. “But that’s, um…not happening.”
So I follow him down the aisle where I get to choose between the cow variety and the sheep variety. It’s even advertised as “no odour”! Woo hoo. There’s the premium brand and the discount brand. Since I am only trying to help along my up-until-now pitiful patch of rhubarb (Who the H can’t grow rhubarb!? Me apparently.) I don’t really want to make this an overly complicated exercise. I point to the cow stuff that’s on sale and say, “Thanks, I guess I’ll take this then.”
He offers to carry it to the cash for me. Gosh, that was nice. After my “Thank you, have a great day,” me and my manure went home.
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