Yes, it’s a lost pacifier In a parking lot. Someone had a long and perhaps loud ride home Unless they had a spare.
So there are many nicknames for a pacifier.
By what name do you call it?
It might depend where you live or perhaps a family special moniker. (This photo is not intended to spark debate on whether pacifiers are good or bad.)
8:03 AM Update> I posted on FB and have received quite a few varied nicknames Binky/Binkie, Nuk. Nukkee, Bobby, Choca, Chupete, In Sweden- Napp (bite), Nuggi, Peace of Mind, Smokk- Norway or Tut-Tut, Kiki, Nuggi
Rick says it’s “schnuller” in German.
Lone potato, curbside. Squirrel Hill, Saturday morning.
Wednesday afternoon I walked to a friend’s front porch where I was dropping something off. On the way back, I noticed this bright blue ballon and it’s red string, the green weed
I’d missed seeing the balloon the first time but there it was waiting for me on my way home.
Loved the colors.
Wonder what the story is.
As I got into my car at The Lakes parking lot, I saw this card by my foot.
The late afternoon light made the pavement and painted line come alive. The business card appeared to float.
Do I put the knitting down and begin to quilt?
Thought I should identify whose card I found…
I walked on by-
nearly passed it up-
even thought it caught my eye.
It’s a rush and a hike between schools.
Time’s always short.
But after I stepped past, I turned around
got down on one knee and shot this little gift
to me- hard boiled yolk, a bit dried,
rolled in sandy crumbs,
abandoned on a sidewalk, fell from a lunch bag
or on the way to the nearby dumpster, missed.
Easter is over.
Didn’t make it to the egg salad bowl.
I drove by after school, to see if it was smashed
maybe rolled an inch, more dry, but still there
all those hours later, just not in as good a light!