a spring in my fingle

as i did my weekly bike loop today, i thought about how this would probably be my last time doing so. despite the bittersweet tone of the ride, i took the time to enjoy the blooming verdant green that had overtaken davis. springtime means warmer weather and a lessened likelihood of glove-wearing. however, i kept my spirits high in the hopes that i might find a glove on this last bike loop ride. i made it to the 12th mile without spotting a glove, but literally in the last 5 minutes of my ride, i spotted one! there, on the side of the road, a small pink and black striped fingerless glove, lying there waiting to be found. i kept my pockets light for the ride and only took my cell phone, ipod, and a plastic bag for the glove, so i apologize for no photo of the glove in its natural habitat. i let out a victory shout and checked behind me to see if anyone was watching (how embarrassing if someone was!) but i was alone on the street. i hurried home and put the glove in with a load of laundry. after a very full day of chores, assignments, and packing, i finally sat down to finish the glove. since it was a fingerless glove, i had to turn it inside out and seal the finger holes before stuffing it. the stubby fingers gave the glove a funky mohawk so i decided to embrace the natural shape of the glove. turning the glove sideways, i used the thumb stub for a nose and gave it two piggy nostrils. i sealed the wrist opening and pinned it down to form a frowny mouth. two pink button eyes finish off the face.

and now we have our resident punk glove:





Fingle Mofger!