i’ve been wondering.
were
greenland and iceland
somehow
mixed up in the naming process?
was the paperwork confusing?
did no one
catch the error until it was too late?
did someone
not have their glasses on?
was there a translation issue?
why did they not fix it ?
my theory is
that it would have been
too expensive and too much bother
to change all of the logos on the cocktail napkins
once they had already been printed.
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one thing about a guilty conscience…it tells on itself EVERY TIME.
– author unknown
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image credit: kangaroo rescue sanctuary – alice springs, australia
i was
so excited
to buy
my brand new
townie bike
it was
cream-colored
and fancy
and
i imagined myself
riding on a beautiful sunny day
into town
carrying spring flowers in my basket
looking at all the sights
along the way
waving to neighbors
i named it
‘white lightning’
because
of it’s beautiful color
and
because
i would ride fast on it
with the
wind at my back
i rode it out of the store
and
because
i’d been in spin class
for a while
and
feeling free
and confident
i took off like a rocket
into the parking lot
and quickly
lost control
and
slammed into
my daughter’s shopping cart
i’d forgotten about
the
‘balance factor’
and
we laid in the parking lot
laughing our
baskets off
as
people walked by
probably
thinking we were drunk
in the middle of the day
but we knew
it was only
the beginning
of
many
bike adventures
to come.
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just in time
glasses on
i read
i heed
the warning.
could have been
such
a disaster.
who would
have
ever imagined
that i
should not
toast
the warning paper
that comes
stuffed into
in the
new toaster
warning me
not to toast
the
warning paper?
—
lord, what fools these mortals be!
-william shakespeare , “a midsummer night’s dream”
and there’s no stopping it now,
so get on board or stand back!
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image credit: google.com
now you might reasonably say to me: “why put yourself through all this? why go up to the loft when you know the decorations won’t be there? why untangle the lights when you know they haven’t a chance of working?” and my answer to you is that this is part of the ritual. christmas wouldn’t be christmas without it.’ bill bryson – ‘notes from a big country’
when i got this box
and quickly
glanced at it
something
told my imagination
that the amazon guy
who never saw
or met me
or had any idea
or cared in the least
who i am
was
paying me
a bizarre compliment
then i realized
it
was just
a bit
of
dyslexic trickery
and
ego speak.
i believe i am qualified to teach a master class in this.
who’s in?
m: ‘i’m finished with class and just working, so let me know when you’re ready to go.’
me: ‘come now!!!! )))’
m: ‘coming out now.’
(i shut down my computer, pack up, walk upstairs, chit chat with colleagues, look out the door for m – my loyal carpool partner. who works in our high school, while i work in our kindergarten. we coordinate schedules each day. our buildings are one minute away from each other. we share a campus. we share rides to and from school. we share a friendship and a level of understanding each other, developed over hours spent together in a car, as willing captive audience members. i mill around. chit chat some more. visit two classrooms. look out window. more time passes. i check my phone to see if she got waylaid along the way.)
i look down and see this:
m: ‘you drove. right?’
oh.
yes, yes i did.
i head to my car,
(without further milling or chatting or texting),
it’s waiting in my parking lot,
right where i left it this morning,
to pick up m.
we make eye contact.
m gets in the car.
we realize that each of us was waiting to be picked up by the other.
it could have been a very long wait.
one drove.
one did not.
we leave. we wind down from the day. we laugh.
one of us got confused today.
we don’t name names.
I didn't have my glasses on.... 