Walking downtown, on my way for a consultation with a hand surgeon, the result of my Maui Owie, I noticed the telephone poles paper bombed:
A hour later, after my appointment, there had been some takers:
I took one. Can you guess?
Courage. Primarily for wrist/arm surgery scheduled for the end of June. Right side. Courage. No knitting for months. I'm just a little chicken, as in the attitude not the bird itself. I can picture the image that that phrase conjured up.
Reminds me of my son, the Cowardly Lion from the Wizard of Oz so many years ago, whose Earth Day Birthday is today. That baby boy was saved from being named Forrest due to the coincidental timing of his day of birth, lest people think his parents leaned toward things hippie. Now at 22, here he is with his new nephew: