Thawing

ow ow ow. shit I'm cold. And it's really hard to type when your fingers are damn near frozen. Spring may have sprung in MA, but it's still like just below freezing out there this early in the morning. Note to self: next time, wear gloves. Yowsa. It hurts when your fingertips thaw out.

Good, if fairly short ride - probably because I was cold, I didn't get nearly as far as I'd hoped, and kinda gave up in the middle and came home. Glad I got out there though - there is something really nice about riding into the sunrise. Must do this more often. Dressed a bit warmer.

Jeeezus Christ, there are some seriously ambitious little kids on our street. On my way home I swear I passed the Hopscotch Court That Never Ends.  Well, it did end, after it meadered past thirteenish houses and stopped at 1000. And I thought it was a challenge making it all the way to 20 without hitting a line. It must have taken these kids all day just to draw it let alone play it. Not to mention you'd have to have the arm of a major league pitcher to toss the rock into the 600s.

wonder if there's a world record for that sort of thing?

Hmm, fingers thawed. Breakfast and shower now.

snapshots and strife, snapshots and strife, snapshots and strife....

sundart was sad. Then I was sad. So we decided to leave the house and go for a walk and hang out and talk and shit. So we did.

Walked out, crossed the street only to find that the hopscotch court from hell had spread like a virus almost to our house, and that the numbers, which petered out faster than the boxes did, had jumped up to 1591. I have to wonder how much driveway chalk went into the creation of this thing. I'm also thinking it's more art project than actual playing at this point, as some of the squares are too small for even a shrimpy kid's foot to fit in.

Ran and got my camera. After all I always complain about how I never have my camera with me when I go out, so I decided to remedy that this time. Took snapshots of random things throughout the walk. Starting with the hopscotch board.

(side note - apparently hopscotch originated as a footwork and agility exercise for the Roman military, kinda similar to the stereotypical football-players-running-through-tires thing. I find it hilarious that a massively macho thing ended up being a little girl's driveway game two millennia later.)

sundart and I meandered up Elm street, past the high school where some event was going down, as there was a random bagpiper in front. (What is with this area and bagpipes?) Around Child's Park and down the bike path to Stop and Shop, where we got a few provisions and the O'soy was on sale for the same price as Breast and Asskiss, so we got some of those too. We then came back up the bike path and headed for home, laden with groceries... On the way we discussed deep heavy crap, vented about issues, and she gave me hugs as I bawled over random ass shit...

( random ass shit )

In other news, got some good pics this afternoon. I'd post them, but the walk did cost me a four hour chunk of my day, and I'd better get some work done now.

an extremely weird request

If anyone out there randomly runs across any small (no more than 1.5" tall) plastic goats, would you mind saving them for/sending them to me?

Don't ask.

Thanks. ;)