Willing his tissue paper presence into a formidable headwind, the butterfly is lighter than a thought, whimsically pressing his way into invisible eddies of the wind's current, up, down, then over and back. His pale blue presence accompanies my bike ride up the mountain for a hundred yards or so. How does he do it, … Continue reading The Ineffable Weight of a Foot
"There's a sign for psychic readings tonight," he notices. "Let's go!" I said, open to adventure. "I'm already psychic," he replies, knowing the best answer to get out of it. "You know it," I said.
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"I've read that book before, back in high school when I was reading every science fiction and fantasy in the library. But I forgot what its about." My husband was perusing the science fiction section of a bookstore, looking for a book to read on the plane. Showing me Heinlein's "Stranger in a Strange Land," … Continue reading The Sport of Reading, Mensa level Spectator Participation
(For example) This sport of stringing puns Stretches and Opens the Mind. First, Cliches are thrown into a hat. Catch a phrase at the starting line. (i.e.) Make Your Own Way String Puns into Sentences of Similar Similes without Mixing Metaphor. Imagine where the Ineffables go, and see where they take you. Goals are: (for … Continue reading Nomad Olympics: (Campfire challenge) Stringing Puns and Stacking Metaphors
"God Is Not Mad At You," a billboard proclaims on the way to our bike ride, with a photograph of smiling couple as pastors. "They have to tell the truth to get people to go to church. They're finally making sense," I mention. My husband agrees, since he doesn't believe in the Bible, but it … Continue reading Just Imagine, God is Not Mad at Us