|Concussed, cracked and crushed|
I'm not averse to stopping for pedestrians who cross the street, but when they don't look before crossing, well, I become cross.
So back to the triple Cs. She may have been cool, calm and collected, but I would have liked to know how cool, calm and collected she'd have been had I grabbed my U-lock which, like a ninja sword crossed with the blades forged by the Dwarves in LOTR, is sheathed in the rack of my bike and have at her with it. A few blows to the temple, and she wouldn't have been cool, calm nor collected. Concussed, cracked and crushed would have been the operative C words.
|Not a Georgia O'Keefe painting, but imbued with her spirit.|
An no this is not a random thought. Nor a non-sequitor. I choose my images and words very carefully on this point.
And yes, I would have been quite agile with my
|Between a duck and cow|
I mentioned to the SOCK about a month ago that I needed to lose a few pounds if I were to achieve my ideal weight; he did a double take, his eyes bulged with what I took as concern at first but which I realise very soon was disgust. "How can you need to lose weight?! How tall are you?!", he spluttered.
Then when I'd dropped the requisite 3lbs (over 4 weeks so there was nothing rushed or dangerous about this), I told CA who himself is interested in health issues, weight issues and eating the right sentient beings ("not too fatty, nor too lean is best"), he looked at me first with anguish then disgust as he started stroking his nose with his third finger.
He also asked how tall I was. What does height have to do with weight I wonder. Both the SOCK and CA seem to think this plays a role in how much one weighs. I'm not sure what the relationship between height and weight is except they differ only by one letter, but both CA and SOCK seem to think that I'm shorter than I really am based on my weight, and they seem to think that I should be heavier (like them - that perhaps is the true point of all this) than I am.
|The loveliest of shoulders I've seen!|
|Touch not with impunity|
But for now, there are other bones of contention I have to deal with. And I'd best deal with them rather than lounge about reading stories by Agatha Christie to shutter my mind down.