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.
I was trying to come up with a witty riposte, but failed. Two women at my place of work have Smart cars, they often share a parking place.
When the car get to be old and battered, it'll make a great grass-track racer!
My car has a flower just like that. It's a Remembrance Day poppy. Every year, on or around the 11th of November, the Royal British Legion sell poppies, in remembance of all those who gave their lives for their country, and raising money for the care of those who live on.
"John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields."
Very Smart!
ReplyDeletejust right for bowling along....
ReplyDeleteThat's pretty amazing, although I suppose it is really green carpet and not real grass. I note the flower sticking out of the front... nice touch. :)
ReplyDeleteI was trying to come up with a witty riposte, but failed.
ReplyDeleteTwo women at my place of work have Smart cars, they often share a parking place.
When the car get to be old and battered, it'll make a great grass-track racer!
My car has a flower just like that. It's a Remembrance Day poppy.
Every year, on or around the 11th of November, the Royal British Legion sell poppies, in remembance of all those who gave their lives for their country, and raising money for the care of those who live on.
"John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."