Scoot a Que!

Scooter riding brings a big grin to my face(well till a couple dozen miles pass and I settle down a bit)...toys for big kids. This weekend is Scoot a Que-major scooter rally in Columbus, we will ride over to Granville, a gorgeous town that is reminiscent of a small town in Vermont. I wish we could retire there, or somewhere like it that is warmer in the winter....should be fun:)

School

Fall always seems to be about school. The kids are going back, I am going back...gotta buy more #2 pencils and sharpen them...and why don't they come that way? I had to sit and sharpen two dozen before my son started school, the school required them to be pre-sharpened! A first...

Me Widdle Brudder

My brother has an interesting sport...Highland Games! He flips poles(caber toss)throws hammers and weights and rocks...kind of like, what would a Scotsman do if he has a temper tantrum, they invent sports where you throw heavy objects!

I have a wonderful Vespa, I thought I would ride a lot this summer, but instead, it's mostly sat in the garage. I had all these great plans for doing things with my kids too, but mostly stayed at home and goofed off. I feel like most of the summer was wasted this time around. Next year, I will definitely do better. The lesson learned is don't put things off, don't say tomorrow, just do it like the man said!

If you were a "New Amish"-I'm just sayin'!!

I live in an area with a small Amish population, and I respect their way of being, but I also wonder sometimes if it wouldn't be less noticeable(the original intent of plain dressing their way in the 1800's)if they wore modern clothing, and just made it boring?
This is just my silly musing...but picture it...instead of a wide-brimmed black felt or straw hat, a simple black or tan baseball cap with no logo-of course!
Instead of the severe black, blue, or denim pants, vest and jacket, a uniform of plain straight leg Levis, a white or black long or short sleeve t-shirt and a simple denim jacket or plain navy parka for winter. Plain white or black tennis shoes or boots. Girls don't pull their hair in buns, but let if flow long or wear pony tails with a simple black elastic or black headband.
Instead of horses and carriages, K-cars...I mean, who looks at the basic model American car? Or a Honda civic? Or a black Ford minivan for the bigger families. Simple, practical, cheap. The could buy all black ones. Instead of using horses to farm, just buy all your food at Sams Club and make the same meals every week over and over...Plain, simple, don't stick out. I personally like it. I don't think it will float with them though, so I say with them in respect, long live tradition!

Manly men in tights...

The Greeks are a tough people. They have survived centuries as a proud, independent nation, and it was partially because of their tough warrior soldiers. Unfortunately in this era, the first thing that sprang to my no-doubt uncultered mind was "men in tights!" I do like the dances, but wow, what interesting clothing for soldiers to wear. It is no doubt more practical in the distant past in the motherland than in central Ohio in 2008. I post a picture as evidence of the uniforms worn by the Greek soldier...not a bit of camo in sight-and pompoms on their shoes...they had to be tough!

Broken shells and pennies

I once heard a young man preaching about "Have You Ever Felt Like a Penny". He was a successful, educated guy who always seemed very positive and confident. His talk was about how no one values a penny now. People drop them and don't even bother to pick them up. They say "It's just a penny". God values people, even ones who feel like they are pennies. His words stuck with me, as I have felt like a penny more than once. I am usually startled if someone likes something I say or do, it is a shock to be valued. It's a pity we don't tell each other more often that we are of value. Broken shells are like that too. People want the prettiest ones on the beach, and search for ones without flaws. I like looking at all of them, especially the very old, holey ones with weird things stuck to the underside. I feel they 'had a life' of unusual depth and experience. As I get older, I hope I accumulate interesting experiences and don't really care if I look more like the odd old shell than a perfect one you put on display. The beat up broken shells get to stay in the sea!