“How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past?” […] How if you wake up in the night and know -and know the willow tree’s not there? Can you live without the willow tree? Well, no, you can’t. The willow tree is you”
My Sweet Rib has had her eye on a golf cart at a local golf cart shoppery just up around the bend. Today she took bold, decisive action and bought one. Ittsa this red one what with the squiggly lines upon it.
The inside looks like this. How much drinking are we expected to do?
Because my wife and I are lemmings and since everyone else has stickers on their carts then, by gum, we will also. I don’t hold much of an allegiance to sports teams, colleges, was never in the military, don’t like the hokey ‘it’s 5 pm somewhere – time to get boozed up’ sentiment and on and on. I need to remember back to images and icons which made impressions on me. Don’t ask me why I cotton to these but feel free to give any opinion you like.
Persistent Reader: Sweet baby penguins, TPL! What kind of goober upbringing did you suffer through?
The Purging Ratfink: Oh, in between the beatings, being belittled and, later, being beaten and belittled at the same time I had some moments of clarity. I enjoyed watching people around me working on cars. Thrush Mufflers (the bird), spark plugs (the woman trying to keep her balance) and hotrods (Ratfink) were common in my surroundings. Frankly, I’m looking for a Jethro Tull/Aqualung themed decal.
Susan wants to use a Freddie Mercury sticker. Maybe this one.
People brought babies to Jesus, hoping he might touch them. When the disciples saw it, they shooed them off. Jesus called them back. “Let these children alone. Don’t get between them and me. These children are the kingdom’s pride and joy. Mark this: Unless you accept God’s kingdom in the simplicity of a child, you’ll never get in.”