Monday, April 21, 2014
This Morning I Thought About Hunting Easter Eggs With Spencer Jack Before Thinking About Sitting On A Lonely Bench
That would be Kent, Washington, not Kent, England.
The pictures were not accompanied by any explanatory text, leaving me to guess as to what I was looking at, and whom.
I can see Spencer is carrying a bag with his name on it. I assume this is where he is putting the eggs he finds. I am guessing Spencer has spotted an egg in the tree and is trying to reach it.
Another picture showed a lot of artificial eggs with money strewn about. Apparently the eggs were stuffed with cash.
April of 2006 was the last time I was at an Easter Egg Hunt at Spencer Jack's Very Special Aunt Clancy's. There were no kids in attendance. I think the youngest person there was well into their 30s. Yet Aunt Clancy insisted on subjecting us to an Easter Egg Hunt. However, and this is the type thing which makes Spencer Jack's Aunt Clancy Very Special, the Egg Hunters had to take off their shoes and put on special footwear.
I was the only one to opt out of participating in this.
Changing the subject from Spencer Jack's Easter Egg Hunting with his Very Special Aunt Clancy to something else.
I rolled my mechanized vehicular transport device to the Village Creek Natural Historical Area in Arlington to find out if my knee could handle rolling my bike's wheels.
Judging from the fact that the pedaling was pain free I think I have recovered from my latest nightmare injury.
Changing the subject from my knee to the bench you see in the picture.
I think I've heard a country music song about there being nothing lonelier than an empty bench. Then again, that sounds ridiculous. Then again, once again, many country music songs are a bit ridiculous so maybe I did hear a country song about a lonely bench.
Anyway, in parks in Texas I see a lot of benches. Usually lonely benches with no one sitting on them. The lonely bench you see above, that my handlebars are aimed at, sits a bit off the Bob Findlay Linear Park's paved trail that one comes to as one leaves the Village Creek Natural Historical Area and enters the Interlochen zone.