Laura muttered under her breath, still miffed about the bus fare change, even thought it had been in effect for six months. Going from $1 to $1.20 meant keeping a stash of dimes jingling noisily in her pockets as she walked to the bus stop each morning. She almost wished they’d raise it the extra nickel so that she could scurry to her destinations in peace. One bill, one coin. Even.
There were many reasons why he didn't want to have kids. Personal and selfish ones, altruistic and sociological ones. Prudent economical ones and ineffably moralistic ones. But he did have one regret: he would never have a child he could play football with. So, he would often head to the parks to spot children playing football and then try to join in. In those moments, he was truly happy. Until one day, he lunged in with a two-footed tackle on a 7 year old and the kid's parents banned him from the park.
Ford's a good friend and an accomplished marathoner. In his heyday, he ran all the marathon majors in a single calendar year. Captured here, he's taking his last selfie on the Earth; he'll soon be flying back to his home planet of Betelgeuse V. He sells shoes to space runners back there with his wives and kid. I'll miss Ford Prefect. I feel that's probably not his real name, though.
This tiny person reminds me of myself, because I love coffee and I recently got a yoga mat as a birthday gift. Perhaps we would have coffee together before yoga class and discuss the benefits and challenges of the exercises. (I also imagine that she is much more coordinated than me!) 😊
At the finish line, I saw a lot of runners finish strong. Smiling faces, confident gait, no signs of worn muscles or exhausted energy. But I also saw this couple, one stumbling with their right foot, the other clutching their left leg. They supported each other and, together, walked it off.
Family. I watched them lay out the picnic blanket. The parents sat down and lay back. They looked like they needed to. The child, meanwhile, got going. He began with an outreach to the geese, but they were not interested in his offer. He shifted his attention to the boats. Then the clouds. Then the grass. Every few minutes he returned to the blanket to give his latest report to mom and dad.
Marathon runners. 2nd person from the left.
This one’s for you, son.
Talking to herself
Laura muttered under her breath, still miffed about the bus fare change, even thought it had been in effect for six months. Going from $1 to $1.20 meant keeping a stash of dimes jingling noisily in her pockets as she walked to the bus stop each morning. She almost wished they’d raise it the extra nickel so that she could scurry to her destinations in peace. One bill, one coin. Even.
Playing Football.
There were many reasons why he didn't want to have kids. Personal and selfish ones, altruistic and sociological ones. Prudent economical ones and ineffably moralistic ones. But he did have one regret: he would never have a child he could play football with. So, he would often head to the parks to spot children playing football and then try to join in. In those moments, he was truly happy. Until one day, he lunged in with a two-footed tackle on a 7 year old and the kid's parents banned him from the park.
Daughter inquisitive:
Dad, did you notice the guy who's sneakingly drawing us?
Bus stop top right (say it happens in Liège, Belgium):
Gosh! they are on strike (again)! we were supposed to inaugurate my friend's new yoga mat.
two girls bottom right:
Left: Johnny Depp did well today!
Right: I don't like soccer.
Selfie with the medal (marathon runners)
Ford's a good friend and an accomplished marathoner. In his heyday, he ran all the marathon majors in a single calendar year. Captured here, he's taking his last selfie on the Earth; he'll soon be flying back to his home planet of Betelgeuse V. He sells shoes to space runners back there with his wives and kid. I'll miss Ford Prefect. I feel that's probably not his real name, though.
"Yoga Mat"
This tiny person reminds me of myself, because I love coffee and I recently got a yoga mat as a birthday gift. Perhaps we would have coffee together before yoga class and discuss the benefits and challenges of the exercises. (I also imagine that she is much more coordinated than me!) 😊
Support (Marathoners).
At the finish line, I saw a lot of runners finish strong. Smiling faces, confident gait, no signs of worn muscles or exhausted energy. But I also saw this couple, one stumbling with their right foot, the other clutching their left leg. They supported each other and, together, walked it off.
Family. I watched them lay out the picnic blanket. The parents sat down and lay back. They looked like they needed to. The child, meanwhile, got going. He began with an outreach to the geese, but they were not interested in his offer. He shifted his attention to the boats. Then the clouds. Then the grass. Every few minutes he returned to the blanket to give his latest report to mom and dad.