Pat might have had a pair too. We were pretty equal-opportunity.
All that’s left of my very-young make-believe are flashes like that: bracelets. rolling off both sides of a cot to indicate born at the same time (okay, we were weird kids. That surprises whom?). Tiny ball-bearing prisons we pretending to shrink people into.
(My interest in bondage goes back way far, too).
Buried Wonder Woman bracelets.
I really, really, really liked seeing Diana, Princess of Themyscira, bouncing bullets of her bracelets. I have to admit, that might have been my absolutely favorite part of the movie.
It was a fun move, I really enjoyed it, and it was easily the best DC comics movie I have ever seen in the theatre.
That’s daming it with faint praise, but it was fun.
But now I’m thinking about digging in dirt, and make-believe, (And never stopping playing make-believe) and gardening.
Which I did again this weekend, of course. All of our raised beds have now been bolted sufficiently that they will not fall apart this year!
Everything except one last-minute impulse purchase of bok choi is planted.
Well, and the corn seeds and the sunflower seeds....
We’re getting there!
We’ve got some squash planted in mounds, garlic and purple potatoes, asparagus and broccoli and muskmellon in the ground, seeds in pots for habanada and shiso and cilantro…
We’re doing really well, and it’s exciting.
Not quite as exciting as bouncing bullets off of one’s bracelets, but more humanly do-able.
And almost on the level of my make-believe characters who garden, so go me!