Manufacturing words – I’m fascinated when people use words in a creative way. When I was working, we had a contractor who would talk about managers getting bogged down in the weeds. What he meant was that they were micromanaging; doing work below their pay grade but he had a new way of saying it. I recently realized that people are using “marry” differently too. It no longer means a marriage of two people but a combining of things. It could be ingredients that you “marry” in a sauce or pulling together two different design ideas. Hard to keep up with language these days.
Spring brings them out of the woodwork – I live next to a development of large homes. They are family homes with lots of kids. My community is mostly downsizers like the beloved husband and me. We rarely see any kids in our area. I took a different path for my walk and came across kids, lots of kids. They were in the six to eight age group. What was unique (at least to me) was that they were riding some sort of automatic (battery powered?) bicycle. They were riding up and down the street, but the pedals weren’t moving and no legs were pumping. They were outfitted with helmets, but I wasn’t comfortable about the whole thing. One girl was yelling to another and not looking where she was going which was right into a tree. She swerved at the last minute but she was going too fast for her attention span. I had to use pedal power until I was old enough to drive a car. No wonder they need organized sports to get exercise.
Then again – On another day I did my usual happy place loop around the stream. There is a steep hill on either side of the stream part. As I was going down I saw about twenty kids biking. These were older (maybe around 12-ish) and using the old-fashioned pedal power. I smiled to myself. I was pretty sure the hill was going to hit them hard and it did. By the time I had crossed the bridge and was walking streamside, they were off their bikes and pushing. I smiled. I remember many a hill I had to push through. Now that’s real childhood.
It must be better – This past weekend Starbucks, the last bastion of employee-required masks locally, lifted its requirement. I could hear what they were saying. Let’s hope that the worst is over. There may be more waves but with vaccines, it should be less severe.
Oh no! – Two cats were missing at breakfast this morning. We have a walk-out basement with big glass sliding doors so it’s very light down there. Both cats were intently staring under the treadmill (more commonly known as a place to store boxes!). That’s a bad sign. We may have mice.
So how was your week?