I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Friday, 1 July 2011
It Was a Long Time Ago.
I was five years old. Me? bottom row, furthest right.
And what's wrong with knees, I ask? The whole bare-legged thing was practical too. Damaged bare knees are self healing, no patches necessary. And it hardened us to nettles and brambles. Even our teacher had bare-ish knees.
My cardigan was knitted by my mother. Somewhere I have another photo, where I am also wearing my indian chief feather head-dress, and also my 'Lone Star' gunbelt with my finest six-shooters. Tremble with awe, mere mortals.
all those knees...!!
ReplyDeleteThe bees' knees, for sure! What a fetching cardigan you have sir...
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And what's wrong with knees, I ask?
ReplyDeleteThe whole bare-legged thing was practical too. Damaged bare knees are self healing, no patches necessary.
And it hardened us to nettles and brambles.
Even our teacher had bare-ish knees.
My cardigan was knitted by my mother. Somewhere I have another photo, where I am also wearing my indian chief feather head-dress, and also my 'Lone Star' gunbelt with my finest six-shooters.
Tremble with awe, mere mortals.
Hmmmmm
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