With a nod to Friko, who started this "miscellany" idea...
I worked with a young man who often referred to his niece Amanda Lynn. Every time he would speak of her her would say, "My niece, Amanda Lynn..." One day he mentioned that his niece, Amanda Lynn had a brother.
"What's his name?" I asked. "A Guitar?"
On January 25th, I had another three-quarter spin on the way to work. This time it was on a much smaller road and at a faster speed than the last thrill ride. Still, I achieved only two hundred seventy degrees of spin. Since there was no faintest disaster involved, it was pure fun.
While I was out fieldwalking one summer morning, a grasshopper landed on my hand. I was delighted to host him (her?) for a little while and peered at him closely while he chewed on my fingertip. It was the funniest little feeling, like one bristle of a soft hairbrush tickling there. When he left he took the smallest piece of the very top layer of skin with him...needed a magnifying glass to see the "damage," almost. I felt blessed by Mother Nature.