In the spirit of Kateypie‘s [under password] recent photo tour of some of her favourite things at her house, I’ve decided to run with the idea and do a weekly photo tour here. And, since I already do videos on Sundays, I went roughly half way and decided that photo posts shall be on Wednesdays.
Gotta problem with that? I thought not.
This is my fridge. More precisely, this is the side of my fridge upon which I have stuck my set of Magnetic Poetry. I figured it would be a good way to tweak my brain while making toast or stirring a pot of [canned] soup. And it has been. Because, really, how many brain cells does it take to note the start of a curl of burnt bread smoke or maintain a counter-clockwise circle with a wooden spoon? Okay, more than you might think, but that still leaves a few brain cells languishing. And words are good for those guys.
But, more often than not, whatever words I put together have a way of evolving through no help of my own. I’ll come back days or even weeks later to find minor changes have occurred. Little changes that dramatically affect the phrases I initially created.
And, I tell you, it’s not the cat who is doing it.
Despite what Mr.Q claims, he, too, has the odd bit of fun with the magnetic poetry set. For someone who decries a fondness for words and poetry and outwardly shudders at the concept of symbolism, he pulls some pretty good [and pretty bad] lines out of the words provided.
I now just have to catch him in the act.