Finding a Baton
Yesterday while I was working in the cellar, still, I found a baton. At first I thought it was the baton that my parents bought for me when I was a girl at home. How I enjoyed playing around with that baton! It was a shiny steel barrel (I think) with a rubber tip at each end, one larger than the other. I never did master twirling but I really did enjoy trying. It was a very heavy thing though and suddenly I realized that this found baton was very light. When my daughter was young, we bought her a baton and as I recall, it was very light and much less likely to deliver a hard knock on the head if you pitched it into the air and missed catching is as it fell.
This baton is very light and is not only dusty and dirty but rusty. It will never take part in a parade, and it never did before, either. I haven't tossed it out yet. I've been busily working on bigger things that need to be tossed, but some time soon, I'll look it over better and see how much effort it would take to shine it up. If it's impossible to do, I'll leave it at the curb some day soon. Ever onward!
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Ah, the baton brings back memories. I never got the hang of it, just as I never could manage the Hula Hoop. You're really discovering some neat things, and I'm glad other people are able to use what you're putting at the curb! Have a good weekend, Nancy; I hope you'll rest up a little!!