i lost my favorite umbrella on a train somewhere in europe. it was a college thriftstore find (TimeAfterTime), psychedelic swirls to surround me on a rainy day. slipping from its perch on the side of my backpack - maybe in austria, i think, during winter break travels. i mourned its loss. at the time, it was one of my favorite things. especially during a year of living in a foreign country, with few reminders of who i was before. during the late winter and spring that year, in southern spain, it rained every day for three months.
i don't recall buying another umbrella.
i have two antique umbrellas - really, they are more parasol than umbrella. claiming beauty rather than function.
i carry a micro-umbrella in my work stachel, but i rarely use it. in the same way that i would rather do without a purse & (instead) load down my pockets, i would rather just run through the rain or flip up my hood.
so, instead of a parasol,
i perched a floppy black hat on my head,
grabbed my honey, & went downtown
to hear Crystal Bright & the Silver Hands!
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| so did she |
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| & she |
a small-town tree-hugging, chakra-cleansing, patchouli-wearing festival
was not why i was there.
(been there, done that)
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| hoola-hoopers, en masse |
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| acro-yoga-ers |
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| requisite kilt-wearing, sword-swinging, dancing scotsman |
ah, yes. this is why i went.
"A pleasant kind of bonkers." -BBC Radio3
"A pleasant kind of bonkers." -BBC Radio 3
you probably either love it....or hate it.
i don't think there's any in-between on this one.
woman with red hair (from previous photo)
jumped on stage, grabbed a tambourine,
& joined the band.
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| actually, she was invited. |
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| eeek? |
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| drum solo! |
i'm quite a fan.
