Three Things from Edmonton podcast - Episode 42: tree of life, howling good time, caught looking
Happy end of the week, friends!
In review, three things that I noticed I noticed made me happy or grateful this week. Here's this week's podcast:
I’ve glanced down at the water bottle on my bike during rides for approximately ever, but until a ride last week I had never seen it as a saxophone. The down tube of a bike is the body of the sax. The water bottle holder is the bell. Reading mundane objects differently is free entertainment for this old dog. At some level, I think I enjoy it because there’s a bit of mischief to it. A piece of bicycle tube, the water bottle carrier and the water bottle are fairly solid objects—aluminum, metal, plastic chunks of matter. Sure things that aren’t quite sure things, though, when the imagination re-keys them.
Maybe it’s what puns are about, too, and why punsters are reviled, cast out—jokers who make the meanings of words flow this way and that way. Paradise for a punster is, after all, just as surely what you roll at a craps table as it is a town in Newfoundland and Labrador. Human beings crave solidity. In life, in sentences. Words that are trap doors, not so much.
I was pedalling on Ravine Drive a couple of days after my bike’s saxophone had appeared. Off to the right, along the tree line margin above the MacKinnon Ravine stood a couple of coyotes. They had seen me first. I looked back, and then pedalled back for another look. Before I could get my camera out to make them stand still, they were somewhere else.
Have a good weekend, friends. It’s always a good time to thank those who gently let you see yourself.