Trundle.
Life is trundling along.
Work is fine, dance is fine, yoga is fine, boxing is fine, inflicting guitar upon innocent Saturday morning Bugsplat Food Co-op shoppers is fine, SheOak is fine.
We're still lighting the fire most evenings but spring has definitely arrived. There are meadows full of "blue flags" and "pink petticoats".
I'm feeling a bit tired, and wondering why I try so hard, you know, what is it I want?
A gold star?
Curious about the etymology of the word "trundle", I found this online. So far I haven't had much time to enjoy it, but it looks promising.
posted by Polysemous @ 8:30 PM
5 comments
5 Comments:
gold star for polly!
your juggling skills are an inspiration to all of us.
I like trundling. It's better than the disgruntled stomp. :)
Sassy
Hello there Polly. This medium is strange. I thought I would give it a shot and now I am just stuck stuck stuck.
But I love to read your blogs and I think I am trundling a bit myself.
Wish we could trundle together some more....
Oh, gosh, so do I.
Of all the people I like to trundle with, you're the absolute most wonderful person to trundle with of all.
:)
Is that a compliment?
I'm not sure either!
I love you and miss you so much sometimes it takes my breath away.
*kiss*
trundle
bumble
fumble.......tumble?
It has that wobblish connotation whilst still pretending to be a well oiled old fashionedsih tractor.
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