Into the middle of a small doodle on the pad on my desk, I stick a grape stalk. A little of the flesh from the grape adheres to the paper so that the stalk sticks up in the air. The doodle becomes three dimensional. I trace with a pencil the shadow cast by the stalk. The tracing and the shadow form a single line. I move the pad and the shadow moves away from its original position, but the tracing remains in the same place. The doodle becomes four dimensional.
Today, I read, is Blue Monday. Psychologists have apparently calculated that it is the day of the year when depression reaches a peak among the population. So far, I have, myself, managed to feel chipper enough.
A hat called a Tilley is given to me as a present. It is known as the Great Canadian Winter Hat. It is soft and warm yet shaped a bit like a trilby. It has ear flaps that you can pull down in the event of a polar wind, a "tuck-away forehead warmer", a secret pocket (which I haven't yet found), is guaranteed not to wear out and it comes insured agains loss.
2 comments:
How do you like your Tilley Winter Hat? I'm thinking about getting one.
I love it. I don't want the warm weather to come because it will prevent me from wearing it.
Post a Comment