U is for Umbrella.
I've long had a soft spot for plaid umbrellas. I had an old one that I found in the Unitarian Church annual rummage sale, a necessary item in Detroit, where the rain is cold and heavy. It eventually wore out, but I kept it for it's intrinsic beauty long past it's function. This is one of several we accumulated living in Boston, where they are sometimes less that helpful, when the rain is horizontal, or the rainfogmist comes up from the ground. Still, much used. Here in high desert, I rarely get to walk under a steady rain with an umbrella.
Umbrellas hold an otherworldly feel for me, as though I could carry around my own reality surrounded by the patter or roar of rain.
U nearly got to me, and I regretted using the Ukulele already. I thought of uniform, but how to picture that? Uvula would have been disgusting, and this camera might not have been able to show mine. Umbilicus? No, I've shown that before, and I don't want to show any more body parts. While musing in the shower, the obvious came to me, and I shouted out "Umbrella!" Which confused D.
5 comments:
Umbrellas? You're already up to umbrellas?
Woah. You blog circles around me, babe!
without missing a letter. U is difficult I'd rather get wet than use an Umbrella but still cannot beat Umbella for U
I have a little fold-up umbrella that's lived in my bag for years and years now.
It's always threatening to expire on me, as it's never quite opened properly since the girl who had a crush on me in high school bent it out of shape.
t,
yup.
60,
I did consider Uruguay.
Pacian,
There's a story there, one day I'd love to hear it.
(o)
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