string

I'd like to tell you it was as profound as rolling that snowball. Or waiting at the airport. But it wasn't.
One day last week, I noticed a piece of string running alongside the curb on the road near our home. It ran for some distance, I saw, and I was not sure where it began or ended.
I drove past it four or five times a day, and, when Youngest mentioned it in the car one afternoon, I decided to see where it started and where it ended.





I began at a pretty fast clip. Do you see the string just to the left of the white highway line? Middle had a date to meet his girlfriend in town half an hour later, so I knew I had to take full advantage of his assistance.





The string was stretched, probably, for a full half mile past our house.

I finally found the end of it, in front of the convenience store and started winding it up.







A great mystery lay before us. Who had done this? Why had they done this? Where did they get so much string?



It went under a car.
And around a car -



and right down the middle of the very busy street.




Sometimes the retrieval and winding of this string was somewhat dangerous.



There were several moments wherein my fingers could have been amputated if the string got caught up in the vehicles speeding past me.



But once I began I could not stop.



The string traveled well past my house and further down the road.
After about an hour all I could think of was finding the end of it.
At one point the string doubled back on itself and I felt very demoralized.
Not long after that I came to the end.



It's very large.
I'm guessing it was left along the road by the tree trimmers who were working overhead last week. They roped off the sidewalk. They also peed in my garden, I discovered whilst taking out the recycling.

I'm very proud of it.
Perhaps I'll put it on eBay.