At Purlescence I reached back towards some of the baby alpaca on the sale table behind me and got caught wincing. I admitted I’d had a recent near fall and someone had grabbed me on my way over and had saved me. I’m glad they did, but my shoulder’s been begrudging it.
“You need to come with airbags,” one knitter opined about my balance issues.
I hesitated just long enough to almost have some sense of propriety before I opened my mouth and went straight for it and answered her, “I do, now.”
So. ‘Hem. Meantime. I read somewhere that a Slinky toy on a birdfeeder pole will send the squirrels and their ex-seed-ing greed back down to earth. Curious. That could be entertaining, along the lines of the kid I saw trying to run up the then-World’s Longest Escalator (the downward side, of course) at the Montreal World’s Fair, Expo ’67. I was in third grade at the time and stunned, stuck between being awed at his having gotten halfway up–IF he’d started running at the bottom, good and honest–and the idiocy of the idea. I remember looking up at whichever parent was closest and half-asking if I could try that or was it as dumb as it looked.
They quickly affirmed it would be stupid. And don’t. I think they could just picture all six of their offspring suddenly taking off trying to beat each other going the wrong way through a crowd unhappy at being pushed at long narrow heights, and somehow that idea just didn’t appeal.
Dunno if they make Slinkys wide enough for my awning poles, but, hey. I thought it would be worth checking out; we were going to Target anyway.
Ever try to find a low-tech toy these days?
Online later, I did find them. And variations, including–now wait a moment. I’m assuming someone placed a special order and that they had to make so many and now they’re just trying to sell off the rest of the stock. (Tell me this isn’t in their normal line!) How about: 14k gold-plated. Slinkys!
This is so begging for CEO jokes.
I’m still trying to wrap my mind around and around and around and…but I think it’s flipping out. Can you just picture it? A golden pawshake for the high-fliers.