Remember when the world could be viewed upside down without your equilibrium going nuts? The floor became the ceiling and the ceiling became the floor. Outside suddenly clouds were under your feet and you could pretend to tap dance on the sky. These days I'd have to say if someone found me in the position these kids are in they'd need to call 911 to get me off of there. I get a little nauseous even thinking about it.

I missed last week's Sepia Saturday, but wanted to get in on the fun this week. I like to imagine the young girl in the Sepia prompt looking out the window and seeing these little monkeys. I've been on a monkey kick this week with photos of a little sweetie named Squeak (here and here). I think Squeak could easily hang upside down like these kids...by his tail or hers.

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I know hanging upside down is supposed to have some sort of physical benefit, but I figure swimming each morning in unheated water for an hour is enough torture. Fortunately the water feels less and less cold as the hour passes. I think hanging upside would be a nonstarter. Once the blood has rushed to my head and I start to blackout I'd find the benefit slim to nonexistent.

I do miss those warm summer days when the world was a big adventure. Each morning there was something new to explore. Just lying on the lawn watching clouds pass by and imagining the world spinning beneath me. Then the realization that I'm also spinning. I have to force myself to do those things now; they are no longer second nature. I miss those little adventures. I miss the wonder when spinning out of control was part of a normal day.

I do have one more snapshot of Squeak the monkey which will be up in a day or two if I'm lucky. Getting ready for an end of summer BBQ, medical appointments for my father, a rug cleaner with his tricks of the trade, a fella coming to fix the well...have me probably just as dizzy and confused as if I'd been hanging upside down for an hour or two. I need to remember to go outside and watch the clouds for awhile.


SQUEAK Chained

I always have a problem when I see an animal chained. Yes, I know, in some cases it's far safer for them than to be allowed to roam loose, but it feels so horribly wrong. Little Squeak should have never been a pet and chained in a garden. I feel sorry for Squeak when I see this.

But now the song "Unchained Melody" keeps running through my head. Did Squeak have a boyfriend or girlfriend? Poor Squeak. This post is not going in the direction I thought it would.

Cheers Squeak. Let's hear it for unchained monkey.


Say Hello to SQUEAK

I'll let you guess which one is named Squeak.

This photo is dated Feb. 22, 1930. It was taken by Comdr. E. L. Patch, U. S. N. and is stamped Norfolk Navy Yard, Porsmouth, VA.

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More Squeak to come.


The "END" of Summer

The unofficial end to summer. The leaves are already turning and dropping. Fall is coming early. I somehow seemed to have missed summer. I know it's technically still here for a few weeks, but I cannot get over the mindset of old schooldays when Labor Day meant back to school day was imminent. Back in school meant summer was over. 

Is this woman looking towards her past or her future? And are those sunglasses as part of the scarf design? It looks like sunglasses on the side of her head. Maybe she's coming and going.

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I am ready to move into fall, though there were still books to read that were only meant for summer. But as of last Friday I am finally through with the details left to deal with from the accident I was in last November. Each day now I realize I feel a little bit less stressed. Perhaps that is why I missed summer. Too much on my mind all the time to spend any time enjoying myself.

I'll put "enjoy myself" on my list for fall.