For this week’s Non-Sequitur Thursday, I offer a few unrelated bits of foolishness that occurred to me this week.
I ran Tuesday morning. A little later, as I walked from my vehicle into my place of employment, my legs said, “Yeah, we’re bad. We got this.” Then I walked up the stairs.
“Are you bad?” I asked my legs.
They grumbled, “Why do you have to carry that heavy bag? And what’s wrong with taking the elevator once in a while?”
Before I put on my steel-toed work-shoes, I noticed some words on the lining: “Anti-fatigue technology.” All I could think of is how army pants used to be called “fatigues.” I had a pair of air force fatigues I wore for years. The army pants I wear now are called BDUs, so I’m good.
A song keeps playing in my head that I used to hear in kindergarten. It concerns a grandfather who owned a grandfather clock.
And it stopped.
Never to run again
when the old man died.
I remember thinking it was the saddest thing, because I was sad when my own grandfather died. I also found it a little scary, in an enjoyably shivery way, because there was obviously some form of magic at work. Now I think Grandpa was the only one who bothered to wind the clock. Still, I’m sick of hearing those few lines in my head over and over. They are the only words I ever remember hearing.
And that’s what I got for today. I hope it amused. I’m afraid tomorrow I will be kicking myself for not saving these little gems for Lame Post Friday.