Day 16: Moody Flag Day

Happy Flag Day!
Since the beginning of June, we've been feeling like summer weather is here - and here to stay. The kind of weather that makes you want to go for a cruise on your three-wheeler [after first complaining that you can't do it and it's too hard - because that's the secret ingredient to making activities more fun for everyone].

Clearly this girl knows what's up:

Going for a ride on a hot day. The wind blowing in your hair. Not a care in the world, until . . . the buildings start to melt!

Dripping, dropping, soggy to the ground; as if the heat of the day is too intense even for bricks to withstand! It's not until you feel the drop in temperature and hear the clapping of thunder that you realize what's happening. In an instant it is no longer a hot summer day, it's a treacherous afternoon during monsoon season.

Day 15 - So Many Questions

Riddle me this . . .

What has two windows, but no glass?

One gate, but no door?

Allows entry in and exit out?

Opens into shrubs and out to the world?

No, seriously. I don't get it... WHY is there a gate here? 

Why is there even a fence? There are only shrubs on the other side. Maybe the fence isn't there for the shrubs. Perhaps it's for the windows. . . because the residents got broken into one too many times and had to resort to boarding up their windows and carrying out out their lives as nocturnal hermits . . . or maybe not. 

But who knows?

Day 14 - Challenge Fail

I have a confession to make, I have already failed my 365 Days of Wonder observation sharing challenge. Who would have thought it would be that difficult? Post something each day, not that hard, right? Apparently not.

Despite this early downfall, I'm going to try to get back on track. Especially since I've finally gone through the slow realization that each of these posts of interesting thoughts and sights are actually micro stories; getting me to practice writing and creative thinking every day. Wow! What an excellent bonus to my original goal for this project.

Here's to curiosity, imagination, and timeliness!

Day 13 - Maintenance Update

Well, after the big day, the final result is: Still fading!

- BUT -

The shoes think the color held up until they were finished dancing, so at least the emergency procedure served it's purpose.

Day 12 - High Maintenance

My shoes came in the other day looking for some help.

"I have a big performance on Sunday and I can't let these white soles reveal my age!" the shoes cried.

'No problem, I can help,' I said. And with the assistance of Dr. Sharpie, we got to work . . .

As in most maintenance salons, my client shared EVERYTHING.
". . . when I was young, I never thought I'd be able to tie my laces . . . I just can't stand hot weather - I hate being smelly! I'm more of a fall walker . . . for my big performance all of the other shoes are jet black from heel to toe! I'm so embarrassed of my white soles. I can't wait to see how this turns out - ALL BLACK! I can't wait! . . ."

Progress was slow, but the results were sure to be worth it. Things were really coming along . . .

Just look at that transformation!

Unfortunately, the success was short lived. The shoes dialed me up in a panic the next morning: "It's fading! It's fading! I don't know what to do!!!"

Oh, no! The color didn't take!

Panicked and frustrated, the shoes carried out their day, then raced over to my place as fast as lightning that night for an emergency touch up.

Tomorrow is the shoes' big day, so we're all nervously waiting to hear how it goes and if the procedure holds up.

365 DW - Day 11

Shotgun Buddy

Nothing captures the beauty of nature quite like sun rays on a tree . . .

But what's really nice is when you're able to capture the progress of illumination from dark to light.

Gradually growing brighter and brig- Wait . . . what's that?

Is that a RABBIT?!

Why, yes. Yes, it is! All buckled in and ready to go. 

. . Um . . . this is unexpected . . . ?

Well, whether shotgun buddy or vehicular security, it looks like he gets the job done.

365 DW - Day 10

Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gnomsta

As I strolled through the neighborhood, the sound of "Chopsticks" playing on the breeze, I encountered the top G running the streets of Roscoe Village. 

And by that I mean, this guy:

It's been said he controls everything in this neighborhood, from the music (strictly rudimentary piano ditties) to the traffic. And you don't want to get on his bad side, just look what he did to this small colony of sea anemones - and they don't even live here!

Or this unfortunate soul, forever entrapped by this tree, sentenced to never retract his tongue inside his mouth again.

He even steals items from poor unsuspecting human children to sell them on the black market!

Don't let his compact appearance fool you, he's to be avoided at all costs! I was lucky to snap a photo unnoticed, much less walk by with out a problem. But, despite all his vileness, I think most could agree

. . . Damn it feels good to be a gnomsta . . .