Yesterday during my morning walk (which occurred at around 2:30pm) I spied a car with an interesting symbol.
As I got closer to the vehicle I decided this driver must be a Storm Chaser! How exciting! How adventuresome!
The reason – however – that the car caught my attention in the first place was the speed at which it was moving. Ok, I fully recognize that the driver was making a right hand turn into the demented dentist’s office, so you have to slow down for that. But seriously, for a block and a half – and THEN the turn – the car was moving along at a clipping pace of 3 MPH. I am so bad at math, I can’t even calculate what that astronomical speed would be in Kilometers. Oy.
my mom says i used to do this all the time
(by this i mean walk around barefoot with a laundry basket on my head)
i guess i talked to myself under the basket, because i liked the way my voice bounced off the walls. probably felt like i was in a theatre, addressing my many minions, sending them off to do my evil bidding. or maybe i just didn’t have anyone else to talk to. or maybe i pretended i was in a canyon; i do love echoes.
so here i am, followed by either a family dog, a stray, or a fluffy footstool.