I have been scatterbrained of late, more so than usual, and I am having trouble organizing anything – even little post tidbits. I don’t see improvement on the horizon, so I have decided to adapt and just open a post and drop off any thoughts that are falling out of my head at that time.
Well, I’ve mentioned going to Iowa, but I didn’t say that we were taking someone else – the Monk. The Monk is a ceramic statue that Cameron and I saw a couple of years ago at the Catholic Rummage Sale; I think it supposed to be St. Francis of Assisi, though he was missing the usual birds on his shoulder and his hand. We didn’t buy him. When we got home, however, we heard the call of The Monk and Cameron went back and purchased him and brought him home on the scooter, balanced between his legs. Not something he woke up thinking he would be doing.
Anyway, The Monk moved around from job to job here and for a while we tried to convince Der Bingle he needed a monk at the Ohio Redoubt. Then one weekend, Der Bingle and Summer were tossing a Shane toy and Summer knocked The Monk and his fall decapitated him. I probably had the body and head sitting around here for two, three months.
Then, when it was Iowa Time and we were taking the sundial that had been in Der Bingle and his brother’s maternal grandpa’s back yard to LZP, I decided The Monk should go as well. He has a new job now and a new name: St. Bernardus. He’s named after the traditional Der Bingle/LZP sharing of St. Bernardus Christmas Ale. (It was saved from Christmas and imbibed on a sweltering Iowa afternoon and evening.)
See . . . his head is back on, thanks to LZP who is pictured here in his fez, which seems to be a cut-off gnome hat, or not.
So does LZP moonlight as the Travelocity gnome? Has he been able to get the Amazing Race gig?
Well . . . one of the gnomes tripped and his “g” came off and bounced over to the “race” and LZP found himself singing Amazing Grace in an igloo chapel in Nome.