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Frump Girl’s Steed

I have a collection of scooters in my head … and on my Pinterest page.   But, since I live at high-altitude, in mountains with thin air and steep driveways, my hope of actually having a scooter of my own is, well, rather slim.

This well-worn white scooter just beckons a ride, don’t you think?

A Frump Girl can dream, can’t she?

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Pathways

 Pathways

This picture is captivating because of the color, the connection of houses, the two inviting little boats, the pathways to walk, and the color.

Did I mention the color?

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Pathways, 12″x24″ oil on canvas
(Image linked to Flickr)

Stripey

I got wrapped up in the busy-ness of work today and kept forgetting my legs looked like the wicked witch in Oz.  Again and again, the unexpected stripey Halloween tights under my regular work clothes made people chuckle.

Each time, I stopped and puzzled over the grins, then remembered. “Oh, yes, my LEGS… “

My forgetfulness turned the whole day into a stream of surprising smiles.

Ron

I walk the downtown sidewalk toward my office and his voice happily calls out to me from his regular spot at the corner, “What are you doing here on a Saturday?”

Work, ” I sigh, and remember my sadness at losing half of my weekend to a deadline.  He sees my mood, smiles his big toothless smile, and says, “Ahhh, job security!”  He is honestly happy for me, even though my pocket change went into my coffee cup instead of his hand.

And my eyes open, suddenly aware of the blessings; half a weekend yet to claim, the gift of a job, and Ron’s smile most days, except when it’s cold and snowy.  And I wish I knew how to gift him back in an equally meaningful way.

Certain changes in perspective can only come from a homeless friend.

Dawn Treader

‎”While I can, I sail east in the Dawn Treader. When she fails me, I paddle east in my coracle. When she sinks, I shall swim east with my four paws. And when I can swim no longer, if I have not reached Aslan’s country, or shot over the edge of the world in some vast cataract, I shall sink with my nose to the sunrise…”

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C.S. Lewis, “Voyage of the Dawn Treader”