Friday, 10 April 2009

Not A Straight Line

For those who recall the posting on a straight line (a riveting and most interesting dissertation) here is the sequal. This one is not a straight line!


  1. hahaha - I could've walked it well yesterday...maybe even been the creator of the line because that's about how my nerves were after returning from the school with my little man :o)

  2. Nooooooooo, it's definitely not! :^) :^) :^)
    A little too much gin in the water there or something!
    Yesterday I tried to DRIVE a straight line home the 60 miles from visiting my daughters. The wind gusts over the Oklahoma plains were SO out of control, my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel. Just trying to stay on my side of the road was the entire focus. When I arrived home, I felt like I'd driven 600 miles, not 60!
    The person who wrote our state song many moons ago knew what they were doing when they included the line:
    "Oklahoma! Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain!" (Only yesterday it was not 'sweeping' was swaggering, gusting, rudely imitating a freight train!)

  3. I hope that wasn't your handiwork! If so I suggest you cut down on the wine, caffeine or chocolate (or all three!)

  4. Nope. Even with my eyes screwed up, I can't make it straight.

  5. It could be, uh, a postmodern interpretation of a straight line, representing the tortuous path that is life. Clearly, the medium of a croquet field has been chosen to convey the ephemerality of life. Yep, that's it. This is much more than a crooked line, it's art!