If you prick me….. (237/365)

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August 25, 2015 – Somedays I think I’m like a safety pin. The sharp pointy bits that can wound are usually safely put away, but every so often something makes me pop open and want to draw blood. If you prick me, I’m likely to prick back.

Frustrating couple of days at work, nothing is ever transparent and that irritates me. I hate little fiefdoms and backroom games…and then when you think you’ve surmounted them, someone emails you and says something that makes you realize you didn’t really get anywhere when you thought you did.

But I digress, shockingly….

The safety pin…such a multifunctional little object. I remember once when Kirk and I were on the Big Island of Hawaii and we had a Jeep as a rental. We were driving back from Kona to Hilo, over the top of the Island. It was freezing cold, we weren’t dressed for a cold night at high elevation and had towels wrapped around us to try and avoid hypothermia. About the midway point, the bimini canopy started to tear and come loose. I was trying to hang on to it and keep it from flying loose when we found a gas station. We bought beer, and a pack of safety pins. The safety pins held that bimini together long enough for us to finish out trip without losing the canvas.

Have you ever had your day saved by something so simple as a safety pin?