Perhaps my cold morning (it’s all relative) has rendered my brain “molasses in February!” I need help with the symbolism!!
“Metaphorical pebbles out of slippers?” Irritated state of being lodged in one’s brain??
“Snap, crackle, pop...”. Irritated thoughts and actions caused by pebbles?
“...out of the right side and into the left...”. Hemispheres of our brains?
All precipitated by an actual fall during a mandatory Henny-Muse outing in the dark of night? My trusty LED headlamp could help with ice detection in winter and spider eye sightings in summer.
Pebble management? I’d probably try my heavy duty shop vac, but molasses loss is a concern...
I just remembered that I still have the ice crampons I bought for winter backpacking and hiking! Grandad would have observed, “Locking the barn after the horse was stolen.”
But you made it to yoga class in spite of the kerplunk?
Bravo!!
I’ll get the crampons in the mail. Not much ice here in Florida...
These musings are so delightful to read, Gail, and I'll bet they're also earning you some valuable points with nine particular personages, too! From a technical standpoint this is also a brilliant device to explore, and that side is enjoyable for me to read, too. This encounter with the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne also shines a light on an experience I had recently of recovering a childhood memory through the process of composing a poem. I have been spending some time with Terpsichore recently, and I bet she would have some good wisdom about pebbles in one's shoes!
Perhaps my cold morning (it’s all relative) has rendered my brain “molasses in February!” I need help with the symbolism!!
“Metaphorical pebbles out of slippers?” Irritated state of being lodged in one’s brain??
“Snap, crackle, pop...”. Irritated thoughts and actions caused by pebbles?
“...out of the right side and into the left...”. Hemispheres of our brains?
All precipitated by an actual fall during a mandatory Henny-Muse outing in the dark of night? My trusty LED headlamp could help with ice detection in winter and spider eye sightings in summer.
Pebble management? I’d probably try my heavy duty shop vac, but molasses loss is a concern...
Metaphorical pebbles--You are correct!
Snap, crackle, pop--Noisy tendons and joints on the right are now quiet. I fell on my left side and it's doing the talking now.
Henny had nothing to do with it! I fell all by myself...go figure.
I just remembered that I still have the ice crampons I bought for winter backpacking and hiking! Grandad would have observed, “Locking the barn after the horse was stolen.”
But you made it to yoga class in spite of the kerplunk?
Bravo!!
I’ll get the crampons in the mail. Not much ice here in Florida...
Ha! Yoga was the night before the fall. I was running down my in-laws drive, unaware of the days melt and re-freeze.
Already on the mend!
Glad for that report.
These musings are so delightful to read, Gail, and I'll bet they're also earning you some valuable points with nine particular personages, too! From a technical standpoint this is also a brilliant device to explore, and that side is enjoyable for me to read, too. This encounter with the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne also shines a light on an experience I had recently of recovering a childhood memory through the process of composing a poem. I have been spending some time with Terpsichore recently, and I bet she would have some good wisdom about pebbles in one's shoes!
Terpsichore--patron of lyric poetry and--dancing! She'd surely not want pebbles in her shoes. :)