“winter, through your hoary frost, I travel on, longing to be lost.”
angie weiland-crosby
foghorn leghorn of television fame
and yet another wonderful nextdoor post on my neighborhood site:
Did you have a chicken missing? We have a Leghorn chicken who appeared in our back yard this morning. She is now in our coop with our three, However, we really don’t need or want another chicken so if she is yours, please message me to arrange a time to come and collect her. We have marked her feet with a purple antiseptic so we can identify which one is yours.
Posted in Lost & Found to The River District
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“i dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.”
-ralph waldo emerson
image credit: warner brothers animation
a notice recently arrived
telling me the stamps i’d ordered online
from the post office this past summer
were finally arriving in my mailbox
it had been so long
i’d forgotten about them
told me what day they’d be delivered
then they weren’t there
even though
they were marked as ‘delivered’ online.
they were not there all week
went to the post office
i have the nicest mailman in the world
but wanted to see if they could find them
woman at the desk
said i had to request a refund on their website
after navigating through
using the tracking code
filling in all the blanks
it responded
“not eligible for refund as it was not insured.”
read it a couple of times
wait, wasn’t it coming from them to me?
weren’t they the post office, the ones who i was buying them from?
weren’t they supposed to deliver them to me?
wasn’t that their one job?
my mailman said he’ll check all the boxes nearby
but i fear they are lost in the abyss.
next time i’ll ask them to please insure their own product before trying to send it to me using their services.
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“and then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.”
-amy tan
reminiscing about my visit
to beautiful ireland
six years back, in july
how we found our way around the country
oh, we did a few turn-arounds here and there
as you can see above
but somehow we always ended up where we were going
eventually.
even with directions asked and kind answers given
regional accents, local advice, and lore
thrown in for good measure
it could be a challenge at best
‘”oh, just go over the hill for a bit, turn at the old barn, you’ll see a huge green field with hills, and some sheep, and then a pub, they don’t have the best sandwiches but stop in for a pint, say hi to seamus for me if you see him, he’s a good lad, he just had that one thing that wasn’t really his fault, and all is forgiven, and oh, don’t turn by the church, go past it, there’s no sign, but you’ll see a big rock where john’s shed used to be before it burnt down in that fire in ’79 when everything was so dry, and take a sharp turn there….” – and so on.
whether bumping along on a sheep path, sharing a two-way road with one lane, or driving half in a hedgerow
we found all the places we wanted to be
and discovered so many surprising and magical places along the way.
“going in the wrong direction, but making really good time.”
-cheri huber
A missing man in Turkey accidentally joined his own search party for hours before realizing he was the person they were looking for, local media reports.
Beyhan Mutlu had been drinking with friends on Tuesday when he wandered into a forest in Bursa province.
When he failed to return, his wife and friends alerted local authorities and a search party was sent out.
Mr Mutlu, 50, then stumbled across the search party and decided to join them, NTV reported.
But when members of the search party began calling out his name, he replied: “I am here.” He was taken aside by one of the rescuer workers to give a statement. “Don’t punish me too harshly, officer. My father will kill me,” he reportedly told them. Police then drove Mr Mutlu home. It is not clear if he was given a fine.
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Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost. Penguin Books, 2005
these little mittens have lost their kittens.
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“you can’t survive by sucking the juice from a wet mitten.”
-charles m. schulz
today
when the kinders found things out of place
they went to put them in our class lost and found
but discovered it was missing.
the class then set out to find the lost and found
that was lost
until someone found it
and proudly put it back in place
then the mini wooden zebra, the blue rubber spider, and the green magna-tile
found a place to wait until we can find where they belong.
“first up, the lost and found has gone missing.
it itself, is lost.
so please try not to lose anything until we find it.”
-michael scott, the office
due to my utter lack of any sense of direction
i am always a bit shocked
when someone asks me how to get somewhere
and i do wonder….
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“you’ll get lost and then you’ll find it.”
-mark darrah, ‘a catalogue of common people’
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image credit: purple clover
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