part two

hello again, my glovelies! this will be a short post since i pretty much explained the story in part one. my dad snatched up this glove in the same place as Richter, and although they weren't lonesome, i'm sure they were both quite happy to be rescued bathed, and repaired. since it is a motorcycle glove, i'm sure it's been on some wild adventures! this glove required two small repairs where the seams had come apart. she and Richter are glove mates, and her name is Eugenia. she's a little bitty dinosaur.

just a little personal update: grad school is going well, and i'm really enjoying my classes. i can't wait to start student teaching! this is going to rock!

glove mates

i realized this morning that i have more in common with lonely gloves than i realized. both alone, we are searching for our glove mate. sometimes we tumble down a road, propelled by momentum or pushed by an outside force. other times, we arrive in the gutter, forced to stay there until someone picks us up. gloves never did anything wrong, they just happened to have some bad luck. i'm gonna rescue them. the lonesome gloves need a home. and some day, i know someone will pick me up and be my glove mate.

part one

SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!

what a great day in the world of homeless gloves! about a week ago, i spotted a glove on silver spur road while i was driving. it was in the center divider between the two lanes (some random neutral space protected by the double line forcefield). several days later, it seemed as if a second glove had appeared nearby. and still later, i spotted a third glove on pv drive near hawthorne! after about a week of driving up and down silver spur road and longing to rescue the glove, i decided to take action.

today was already an exceptional day, since it was my first day of graduate school (ooooo smarty smart student-pants!). anyway, after getting back from my evening class, i waited til it was dark enough and then proposed an adventure to my dad. "dad, will you come on an adventure with me? i want to rescue some gloves." "right now?" and dad agreed to drive me. now i'll only tell you about the first part of the story and leave a little somethin' for you to look forward to.

i grabbed my camera, the flashlight, and a baggie for the dirty gloves. i was ready for action! we drove down silver spur and turned into that asian church thing and parked in the parking lot.

cars sped up and down the street with their beamy lights illuminating the road as they went. as each car passed, the headlights showed the two gloves in the middle of the road. just as i was handing my dad the flashlight and camera to make a run for the gloves, he said "no way am i going to let you go out there and risk your life!" and so, my brave father put his life on the line for my weird glove obsession, and ran out into the road and rescued the two gloves from peril.

fun fact: there was some sort of manhole cover where we stood by the side of the road. it smelled real bad.

meet the first glove:

Richter

can't get enough of your glove babe.