Who can say what inspired Robbi to draw a frog juggling bowling pins while riding uphill on a bicycle with backwards handlebars?
Did it have something to do with the Tour de France? To assume so would, I believe, be giving Robbi too much credit. She pays no attention to sporting events of any sort, especially not those happening in other time zones.
Is the illustration instead a visual metaphor for Robbi’s frenzied mental state as she was trying to finish up her various loose-end projects in the waning days before departing for the tundra? Perhaps. But what, then, is the frog to represent? Was she feeling cold and wet? Did she feel like jumping in a pond? Or bathing on a lily pad? There are so many possible interpretations.
Or does Robbi just want to go bowling, and this is her roundabout way of letting me know? It seems like the most plausible explanation. Luckily, there is little that delights me more than bowling. Where else in life is it socially acceptable to hurl a heavy object at other heavy objects? Is there anything more satisfying than the frantic explosion when the ball hits the pins just so? (Question not rhetorical.) Robbi and I each have our own personalized balls, gifts from one another one fateful Christmas long ago. It has been far too long since we’ve taken them out into the world. An outing will be planned in the near future, and photos will be posted in the aftermath.
Regardless, if you’re interested in owning this colorful projection of Robbi’s muddled mindscape, you may do so by clicking here.
Oh Matthew. How little you know me. I didn’t come up with this idea at all – one of our faithful readers, Anonymous, prompted it in our sidebar suggestion widget thingie. I’m not that clever.
I’d still like to go bowling, though.
Robbi: Are you trying to suggest that “anonymous” is not you? Usually that which smells like a fish is, in fact, a fish.
I was confused because it says it was posted by Robbi, and I was wondering why you were talking about yourself in the third person…perhaps an after-effect of a month in Alaska. Then I figured out that it was actually Matthew, who I thought was maybe still out jogging. So the lesson here is Beware! Where next might Matthew pretend to be you, Robbi?
Don,
Thanks for noting your confusion. Darn Robbi logged into my computer to do her last post, neglected to log out, and left me in the awkward position of posting as her when I wrote about that frog on the bike. The problem has now been remedied. Thanks, as always, for your keen attention to detail.
Matthew