Category Archives: Etc.

Everything that doesn’t fit elsewhere. :)

Lost Croc

Shoe for sale,
Lonely little shoe for sale.
A shoe that’s pink and still unspoiled,
A shoe that’s only slightly soiled,
Shoe for sale.

Somewhere, there’s a little girl remembering how she used to have a set of these. 🙁

I took this outside Charlie’s Stop ‘N’ Shop a while back — before the current construction craze. (And no, I didn’t really pick it up.)

Rainy Day Filter

I sat in the car after braving the deluge from school to car, my hair dripping onto my face. My head throbbed and my vision blurred from the weight of the work day. Rain streamed down the windshield, creating a soft-focus, water-textured filter over the gray day.

Classroom Conundrum

I’d had this quotation in mind for a long time, but only made a poster of it this past year. It’s what you could call a conversation-starter. And not just with students.

The “witticism” is attributed to Winston Churchill, although there’s a lot of debate over its original form.

“Don’t end a sentence with a preposition” is one of those language rules that we’re taught early on, before we can be trusted with inconsistencies and user discretion. It goes right along with “Don’t start a sentence with ‘because.'” #ugh

Um, Hello? Right on Red?!

Um, hello? Right on red?!

Unless you’re in New York, where the right-on-red allowance is against the law. I found this out only after turning right after stopping at a red light in Manhattan. Check out the dubious Wikipedia article: “All 50 states, as well as the District of Columbia, Guam, and Puerto Rico (except in New York City) have allowed right turns on red since January 1, 1980, unless a sign otherwise prohibits this.”

But I’m in Danville, so … um, hello? Right on red?!

He or she had his or her right turn-signal on and was stopped right on the white line, patiently awaiting the light change.

And speaking of gender wonder, did you notice there’s no head in view? It makes me wonder if he or she is even tall enough to drive his or her car. Is there a height requirement? I’ve never seen one of those “You have to be THIS tall to drive” posters at the DMV, but it seems to me that height would be more of an issue in driving a car than in riding a roller coaster.

Anyway, while he or she was evidently sitting patiently, I, on the other hand, was very much displeased with having to wait and almost wished I’d turned and driven through the bank parking lot instead, except that it would’ve been illegal and therefore wrong.

And speaking of wrong, this particular spot of this Franklin Turnpike/Piney Forest Road intersection is wrong. Really wrong.

Look through that car’s windshield. See the curve of the curb on the right? That gives you some idea of how far it is between the white line that should mark the stopping point, as today’s driver so nicely displays, to the actual intersection.

In order to implement my right to right, I have to venture out many feet (not a good mental measurer) to the edge of the heaviest-trafficked street in the city.

Who thought this one up? It looks like someone along the way would’ve realized this was a bad plan.

But since Kevin just informed me that the bank parking lot alterna-plan was a no-go not only because it was wrong but also because the building is no longer a bank and a chain blocks the lot on both ends, I guess I shouldn’t be blaming anyone else for not thinking something all the way through, huh?

P-p-pesto!

Ziti al pesto. Amazing greenish pine nuts, oil, pasta and chicken.

And half left for tomorrow.

Pesto a la Carini’s. Picture taken with the FudgeCan on my RetroCamera Droid app.

Cheap Dreams? Nope.

It was getting late, pouring down rain, and we still had quite a few blocks to go. Ducking in and around awnings, we got a very different view of New York than our usual.

At one stop, with no next shelter in sight, the store sign hit me as strangely funny: “99¢ Dreams.”

Cheap dreams, small ones: a little ole hat or umbrella: just a bit o’ shelter; that’s all.

Nope. All closed. Gate down. None for you.

Tonight’s your night to get soaked.

(Taken July 2010)