Wonderful, Katy. Here's to eavesdropping! You are very good at it. (And writing about it.)
No idea what your final notes would have been. Intriguing!
I have multiple folders on my desktop for Substack ideas as they occur to me. Always disappointed when I look in one and find it contains just a single image, or a sentence, not an entire article. But hey, the small beginnings sometimes conjure the rest!
The moment always has something to offer. Thank you for observing and sharing it.
I think 2 of your final notes are quite obvious: why not a small horse park and who can get in to observe it? Is there a height ceiling?
I’ve forgotten the third one in my slightly elaborate musings on the horses but telescopic sausage spear? I mean, Why? And spear implies you require a launcher. When do you eat it and does the telescopic mechanical aspect render it impossible to chow down? Or is the sausage aspect merely bait? Please free associate on paper for us.
God that guy on the train sounds simply awful. But the beautiful chikdren. I wish I recorded more of my daughter's expressions and phrases. They are gems.
thanks for the uplift! watching wee ones is grand medicine most of the time. and i think some form of skipping at any age is a plus and damn our culture for stifling it out of us (i'm leaning more into being a weirdo these days). added bonus if we "accidentally" step on grumpy men's feet. sorry, not sorry.
and oh the stories i'm coming up with for the man at the charity shop sharing all his knowledge. so many stories...
and "small horses" are in Portland (Oregon) as part of our sidewalks/curbs in older parts of town. they used to be where the horses where "hitched."
This had me in stitches Katy. The men in the charity shop. The references to Bridget Riley, Beryl Cook and BB. So brilliant. So relatable too. If the watch works let me know.
I LOVE looking at people, listening to people, and all that. I still remember some people I briefly saw forty or thirty years ago somewhere (metro, train station through the window, beach, you name it). I love absurd, and funny, and beautiful, and small kids, and strange encounters, and at worst moments that what kept me alive so many times-well obviously there were other considerations that made it possible, yet these, one needs to remind himself; but the absurd and beauty and funny they remind of themselves, and you're saved-for a time being, at least (I mean "me")
Of course it's conditional-for one, usually works better when one leaves the house. It's not that it;s a given, one being able to leave the house.
Wonderful, Katy. Here's to eavesdropping! You are very good at it. (And writing about it.)
No idea what your final notes would have been. Intriguing!
I have multiple folders on my desktop for Substack ideas as they occur to me. Always disappointed when I look in one and find it contains just a single image, or a sentence, not an entire article. But hey, the small beginnings sometimes conjure the rest!
The moment always has something to offer. Thank you for observing and sharing it.
I think 2 of your final notes are quite obvious: why not a small horse park and who can get in to observe it? Is there a height ceiling?
I’ve forgotten the third one in my slightly elaborate musings on the horses but telescopic sausage spear? I mean, Why? And spear implies you require a launcher. When do you eat it and does the telescopic mechanical aspect render it impossible to chow down? Or is the sausage aspect merely bait? Please free associate on paper for us.
The world needs a small horse park. It should also have baby donkeys. The need is there!
God that guy on the train sounds simply awful. But the beautiful chikdren. I wish I recorded more of my daughter's expressions and phrases. They are gems.
thanks for the uplift! watching wee ones is grand medicine most of the time. and i think some form of skipping at any age is a plus and damn our culture for stifling it out of us (i'm leaning more into being a weirdo these days). added bonus if we "accidentally" step on grumpy men's feet. sorry, not sorry.
and oh the stories i'm coming up with for the man at the charity shop sharing all his knowledge. so many stories...
and "small horses" are in Portland (Oregon) as part of our sidewalks/curbs in older parts of town. they used to be where the horses where "hitched."
As an avid people watcher, this really made me chuckle Katy 😂
This had me in stitches Katy. The men in the charity shop. The references to Bridget Riley, Beryl Cook and BB. So brilliant. So relatable too. If the watch works let me know.
I LOVE looking at people, listening to people, and all that. I still remember some people I briefly saw forty or thirty years ago somewhere (metro, train station through the window, beach, you name it). I love absurd, and funny, and beautiful, and small kids, and strange encounters, and at worst moments that what kept me alive so many times-well obviously there were other considerations that made it possible, yet these, one needs to remind himself; but the absurd and beauty and funny they remind of themselves, and you're saved-for a time being, at least (I mean "me")
Of course it's conditional-for one, usually works better when one leaves the house. It's not that it;s a given, one being able to leave the house.
Oh. Sorry for rambling. Thank you for the post