The Buttocks (Important to us all)

   

 

Sitting in an airport, I tend to watch people walking along and note a few things about them. Oh, yes, the clothing is always peculiar; they are always on the phone; and they have the worst shoes for walking in an airport one hundred miles long. People are interesting, no matter what.

Given that, now I find myself noticing other oddities in watching people: Buttocks.

This is not a recent occurrence. For me started back in 2009 while in New York when we were staying at Pennsylvania Hotel, right across from Madison Square Garden. Crazy place. Down the street a bit is Macy’s Department Store, the famous Macy’s from Miracle on 34^th Street.  

This revelation happened as we rode up the one remaining wooden escalator from that era. What a time that must have been way back then.  Anyway, as we enjoyed the ride, standing RIGHT IN FRONT me was a gaggle of teenagers.

 

 

The one right at eye level was a guy with dropping drawers, popular at that time. I could see the label on his underwear, plus a good 5 inches of fabric. Couldn’t see the size, but they were old with an old tag.

  

One of the few wooden escalators still in use

Finally, the worst butt view was recently when we were at a high school theater event. We were sitting at the end of a row so we could escape easily. That was when a clutch of teenage girls climbed over us.  They wore short shorts and oh-my-golly the ample “gluteal folds” flashed us.

gluteal region

Are we old folks? Does anyone else find this to be true?

I truly apologize to all whom I have offended. Blame it on my peculiar way of thinking. It has been a rough year.

Big Sister Little Sister

 

 

As a five year old, Patty was intrigued by a ladder that leaned on the porch. 

 

Although with dust and dirt, Patty knew that her climbing skills were inadequate. She had stop the climb, choosing to slide down splinters-covered porch. It was a rough ride .

 Damn, Patty swore. The best she could manage on the porch today was tangling little sister Debbie's long blond hair, while she played sweetly in the playpen. 

For good measure, Patty wove in sticker weeds. Mom is so gonna kill me, she guessed.  Oh, well.

 Wednesday Words are highlighted above. No idea when I posted, but I'd say about 2018.

This is a blog post 2014. Only bits of words manage to work through. Let me ask you: Did you ever do stupid careless things that you really needed to think through.  I made some unwise decision, and so far, I think there will be more unwise decisions.

 

 

About Liza and Henry's holey bucket

                                 

There's a hole in the bucket,. Dear Liza, dear Liza. There's a hole in the bucket , dear Li-za, a hole..

Come on, you mouthed the words, didn't you.  This is the version that makes me the happiest.

Sesame Street was part of my children's lives. This reminds me of the energy this produced. The above is about 4 min. long.  

Irony is that my two pails are cracking. Let's give them a chance, shall we?