Yellow school buses are running once again. It seems too early for school to begin. Heat and humidity prevails.
Parents were waiting with their kids. Some youngsters were well-dressed. Must have been their first school bus rides to kindergarten or first grade.
One young fellow’s black and white puppy followed him to the bus stop. His mom came to the rescue.
First days of school–glad to see some traditions never changed.
Wheels of steel
Parts of the whole
Born to run
Same now, as before
It’s National Left-Handers Day. Not a big deal to most folks.
To those in that ten percent, it has been a matter of coping in a right-handed world.
In case you haven’t already guessed, I’m left-handed. My hands had ink stains when writing on paper; chalk dust from writing on blackboards; notebook’s steel coils were on the “wrong side.”
Scissors: I learned to cut right-handed. School desks with arms on the right side–I sat sideways.
I found it amusing, when non-lefties commented, “I don’t understand how you can write, upside down, and backwards.”
It’s always been a challenge to cope in a right-handed world. Fellow lefties, stand and be proud!
Technically, the time period from July 4th holiday, till the present.
The weirdest, was the synthesized voice left on our machine one afternoon.
“Your computers, computer wireless network, passwords, are being held hostage. Call xxx-xxx-xxxx immediately, or your information, files, will be irretrievable.”
I wasn’t born yesterday, or the day before, either. Like other unsolicited telemarketing calls, it was ignored. My important stuff is backed up on other media–anyway.
A garage full
Of things that
Could be important