It would be nice if we all loved our jobs. Couldn’t wait to arrive in the morning (or whatever your shift) and get down to it. Some people are lucky enough to love what they do. Bless their hearts.
I, for one, work simply for the wage I receive. I am not complaining about the amount. Nope, I feel very blessed to even have a job, really. I do look forward to my home time, but there are a couple of bright spots in my trips to and from work.
I would like to publicly thank the people who maintain the areas I am about to tell you of.
On the corner of Kell West and Taft there is a wonderful, cheerful garden right at the curbside. Beautiful flowers grow in abundance and a delightful mural has been painted on the fence; butterflies and fairies – it’s absolutely wonderful. And there is a trellis … I’ve always loved trellises. It’s a fanciful spot that always makes me smile and look forward to the drive to work.
On my way home we turn onto Harrison from Taft and follow it around to Hempstead. There on the corner circling the driveway is a parade of costumed, cement pigs. The time of year dictates their apparel. For instance, Christmas finds them in Santa hats; at Easter they all wore fuzzy rabbit ears and right now they are decked out in bicycle helmets including various types of two-wheeled vehicles with flags announcing Hotter’n Hell Hundred. These outfits replaced bathing suits, sun visors and umbrellas. Always good for a chuckle and I think the neighborhood Mississippi kites summering in the area like them too. There are always a couple either perched or soaring high above this corner.
Today, after driving past the piggies and feeling almost euphoric about their presence we turned onto the 2000 block of Harrison - right past the park. On the opposite side of the street there is a house with a fantastic chainsaw sculpture. The tree it used to be had been torn down during a whopping windstorm and the owners had the large trunk carved into a couple of dogs looking out at the street. I made Jim turn the car around so we could pass by again. I would love to give the artist a thumbs up or some acknowledgement, but have no idea who he is. Nevertheless, it was one more inspiring site to brighten an otherwise typically chaotic Monday.
Thank you all for your sense of whimsy and desire to share with us. I appreciate it, more than you know.
I, for one, work simply for the wage I receive. I am not complaining about the amount. Nope, I feel very blessed to even have a job, really. I do look forward to my home time, but there are a couple of bright spots in my trips to and from work.
I would like to publicly thank the people who maintain the areas I am about to tell you of.
On the corner of Kell West and Taft there is a wonderful, cheerful garden right at the curbside. Beautiful flowers grow in abundance and a delightful mural has been painted on the fence; butterflies and fairies – it’s absolutely wonderful. And there is a trellis … I’ve always loved trellises. It’s a fanciful spot that always makes me smile and look forward to the drive to work.
On my way home we turn onto Harrison from Taft and follow it around to Hempstead. There on the corner circling the driveway is a parade of costumed, cement pigs. The time of year dictates their apparel. For instance, Christmas finds them in Santa hats; at Easter they all wore fuzzy rabbit ears and right now they are decked out in bicycle helmets including various types of two-wheeled vehicles with flags announcing Hotter’n Hell Hundred. These outfits replaced bathing suits, sun visors and umbrellas. Always good for a chuckle and I think the neighborhood Mississippi kites summering in the area like them too. There are always a couple either perched or soaring high above this corner.
Today, after driving past the piggies and feeling almost euphoric about their presence we turned onto the 2000 block of Harrison - right past the park. On the opposite side of the street there is a house with a fantastic chainsaw sculpture. The tree it used to be had been torn down during a whopping windstorm and the owners had the large trunk carved into a couple of dogs looking out at the street. I made Jim turn the car around so we could pass by again. I would love to give the artist a thumbs up or some acknowledgement, but have no idea who he is. Nevertheless, it was one more inspiring site to brighten an otherwise typically chaotic Monday.
Thank you all for your sense of whimsy and desire to share with us. I appreciate it, more than you know.
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