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She changed her day! Darn, the snail lady was working in her garden today! Her normal day is Monday. ...and I adjust my blading route that day. Who is the snail lady? Well, she's this older lady with an absolutely fabulous streetside flower garden. For her, it acts as a buffer from the traffic noise; for me and others passing by, it is a beautiful slice of seasonal color in an otherwise barren block dominated by block walls and dry lots. ...but one of the reasons it looks so nice is she hand-picks the snails off the plants every Monday. ...and throws them into the street. Well, not exactly into the street; she doesn't quite make the traffic lanes, but she quite nicely blankets the bike lane. ...the one I blade in! Yep, around the corner at full tilt, cutting hard against the asphalt and making sure I'm in the bike lane so I'm at least in compliance with the law... Right into a minefield of snail shells. ...and snail entrails. Man! I tell you, there's nothing like knowing you are crunching things under your wheels. ...and throwing bits of snail guts here and there. ...and wondering if there's a rock or two mixed in there from the normal traffic action. That's why I often take an alternate route on Mondays: better to just avoid the entire thing and let the street sweeper deal with it Tuesday morning. ...and we're not talking five or ten snails here folks, closer to fifty or so concentrated in an are three feet wide by maybe ten. Yep. Time to slow down and smell some different flowers once again... 8/2/2002 8:48:20 PMSpeechless... You know how I like a well done story... Patti Ann with Cicada Summer... 8/2/02 12:35:36 PMAny thoughts on that? The Thursday Threesome... Onesome: Lions. How late do you lie in, or are you an early bird? 'fess up, no lying here. I'm up early and off to work most days. It's a simple thing, really: I just want to get in so I can get out! ...and then come home and blade. It seems that it's only very, very occasionally I can sleep in; when I do, it's usually until 0930 or 1000. But that's usually only Saturdays. ...and soccer season is just around the corner. Twosome: Tigers. What brings out the tiger in you? Interpret this how ever you want, just warn us if it is rated other than pg *grin*. Now, now, this is a PG-rated blog... (...but once unleashed? <g>) Threesome: Bears. Bare it all for us. We always complain about the parts of our bodies we don't like. So here, tell us your favorite part of your body... Wow, tougher than I thought... I think I'll go with my legs, possibly because they are probably in the best shape since roller blading is my main exercise system. Dunno', my skin is in decent shape for my age... So, where does your yellow brick road lead? Tell us all about it, over on The Back Porch...  Any thoughts on that? Too tired to think... So, maybe a photo or two, -eh? How about a shot of a tide pool at low tide? Several layers to see there...  ...and then a shot of Daniel looking at a hermit crab moving across the bottom of a tide pool.  Maybe I'll archive while I'm in here; this is a bit weighty (waity?) for the dialup crowd... 7/31/2002 9:17:25 PMAny thoughts on that? Oh heck... I had something I was going to post about; but I got so hung up in Dave's thoughts about the RIAA, that I've totally forgotten what is was... Maybe later... 7/30/2002 10:48:51 PMAny thoughts on that? <Sigh...>  Any thoughts on that? Blogathon... Any thoughts on that? |
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