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The Lost Spoon

Posted by Kragghle , in Life Jul 08 2013 · 390 views

:kaukau: So I went biking on Saturday, and by now it's hardly news that I regularly bike 50 miles from Dordt College to South Sioux City, except this time I remembered something.  Every time I had made this trip, I saw an old discarded spoon on the side of the road at about halfway to my destination.  This time, as I saw it on the gravel shoulder of the road, I felt a compulsion to stop and pick it up, and I put it in my backpack.  For some reason, I thought of a very specific friend when I turned it over in my hands.
 
The spoon was covered in dust, and its tip was bent to one side.  It would be nobody's first choice as an eating utensil, but it was still functional.  It seemed odd to me that someone discarded it.  Since no one had picked it up - perhaps no one even seeing it but me - I felt that it was calling to me, like it needed someone to notice it and care for it.  Something just seemed wrong about seeing that spoon there, fulfilling no purpose, and I decided it needed a home, and a family, and to be with other spoons.
 
I actually found other stuff alongside the road, including some tools and a really nice pillow, but by far my favorite discovery was that spoon.  People can take stock in complicated and expensive comforts, but for me, that spoon was the coolest thing in the world.
 
While biking, I also saw some really nice flowers in the ditches, but I couldn't put those in my backpack.  The very first thing that I thought was "these would be perfect for my friend, Topsy," who said she was see me at church the next day.  I went on a nature walk before church and picked out a lot of flowers, including the purple ones at the ends of thistles, to which I removed all of the prickles with my fingernails.  However, I never gave any of those flowers to Topsy, since I briefly misplaced them while we sat together at church, but I still gave them to people I knew who I thought would appreciate them, who were all women, of course, since that just sort of makes sense, though apparently my sister would have handed the flowers to men as a joke.
 
It was just as well, because in a sense, the flowers are like the spoon.  There are plenty of spoons in the world, but that spoon was that spoon.  No other spoon will ever be that spoon.  Likewise, the flowers I picked were the ones a short walk away from the church, by fields of wheat, but they were not the specific flowers that I saw when I was biking along the highway miles away that made me think of my friend, so it wouldn't have been the same.  Maybe next Sunday, I will stop specifically next to those flowers and pick those up.
 
The last person I gave flowers to was the aunt of another friend of mine, who I'll call Airman.  Airman introduced me to her aunt because she thought I'd really enjoy talking with her, which I did.  She is an amazing woman who knows a lot about the Hebrew language, and I learned a lot from her.  Unfortunately, she's from Colorado and was only around for the weekend.  I only knew her from that one conversation, but I already missed her.  When I said goodbye, I gave her the rest of my flowers, which she appreciated, but a minute later she said "I think these were meant for you but he's just shy," and gave the flowers to Airman.
 
That could have been an awkward moment, but I don't believe in awkward moments.  I'm like the Most Interesting Man in the World, who "once had an awkward moment, just to see how it feels."  They only happen if you make them happen, so in this case I just rolled with it.
 
"No, they weren't really meant for her, because if I really wanted to be romantic, I would giver her..." I reached into my backpack.  "This spoon."
 
Hey, the spoon is permanent.  The flowers would wither away the next day.  It made perfect sense to me.  I also told her the story behind the spoon, said some religious stuff, and then joked that she could bend it back in place with her mind because she's psychic.  I found out later that she told her brother and God knows who else the story behind the spoon with surprising detail.  So apparently, as weird as the narrative was, it was actually kind of catchy.  Perhaps next time I visit Sioux City, that spoon will be famous.
 
So now the spoon has a family, I guess, and it's not me.  That's okay, because I seem to remember there being another lost spoon somewhere in the ditch a few miles out from my starting point.  I'll have to keep my eye open for that one, too.  I swear, it's a sign.
 


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~Shockwave~
Jul 08 2013 07:03 PM

There is no spoon. Sorry, I couldn't resist.

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Princess Grr
Jul 08 2013 07:36 PM

so there are two spoons but which one's the big spoon and which is the little one

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Everybody knows sporks are better. :)

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Hahli Husky
Jul 08 2013 07:47 PM

Welp

 

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Princess Grr
Jul 08 2013 08:09 PM
okay this is fun and all but let's get real for a second
 
we need to talk about the biggest problem related to spoons
 
the arm problem
 
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WE'VE ALL BEEN HERE. BUT HOW TO WE SOLVE IT.
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Hahli Husky
Jul 08 2013 08:12 PM

^^^^ Rob and I are on an endless quest to either:

 

1. Design a bed that has a place for that arm to go

 

2. Figure out how make arms detachable and re-attachable without any blood loss

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Princess Grr
Jul 08 2013 08:19 PM

^^^^ Rob and I are on an endless quest to either:
 
1. Design a bed that has a place for that arm to go
 
2. Figure out how make arms detachable and re-attachable without any blood loss

My SO and I either just SLEEP THROUGH THE PAIN

OR

we just give up and I fall asleep on her chest while she takes up the whole bed

i do not understand how such a small person can take up such a big bed

i forgot the point I was making?
 

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-Windrider-
Jul 08 2013 08:22 PM

princess maybe together we can find a solution to this problem

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Princess Grr
Jul 08 2013 08:26 PM

princess maybe together we can find a solution to this problem

 

Care to join me in bed this weekend and find out?

 

(I'm serious; get on IM or call me and let's discuss this)

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okay this is fun and all but let's get real for a second
 
we need to talk about the biggest problem related to spoons
 
the arm problem
 


WE'VE ALL BEEN HERE. BUT HOW TO WE SOLVE IT.

 

I've got it.  All we need to do is re-engineer the cuddle mattress:

 

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The only question now is how to adapt Rock-em-Sock-em for when both people are facing one direction.

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Legolover-361
Jul 08 2013 10:12 PM

"No, they weren't really meant for her, because if I really wanted to be romantic, I would giver her..." I reached into my backpack. "This spoon."


Smooth.
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Thank you, Kraggh, for actually brightening up my day for once. 

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:kaukau: Well Legolover, when you're faced with a potential awkward situation the best solution is to be audacious and completely roll with it.  And so long as I'm single I might as well flirt.  I don't know about your experience, but it's pretty fun.

 

And Sinclair, thanks.  I'm glad I could brighten your day.  Figured this story would have a positive meaning for someone, however vague it was.  In any case, I'm just appreciating life.  It doesn't have a particular meaning to me, but for some reason that just struck me as a good weekend that I can take something new away from each time I look back on it.

 

As for the rest of you, I thought I was weird, but you're making me reconsider...

 

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Princess Grr
Jul 10 2013 02:25 AM

As for the rest of you, I thought I was weird, but you're making me reconsider...

 

Weird?  Hmm, I dunno man, I dunno.  You flirted with someone and gave them a spoon, and that's cool...but I flirted with someone in this comments thread and they're coming down to my house this weekend now for snuggle times, specifically because I hit on them in this thread.

 

I'm just sayin, I think I won this round. B)

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It's like ten thousand knives

 

When all you need is a spoon

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Hahli Husky
Jul 10 2013 06:08 PM

 


As for the rest of you, I thought I was weird, but you're making me reconsider...

 

Weird?  Hmm, I dunno man, I dunno.  You flirted with someone and gave them a spoon, and that's cool...but I flirted with someone in this comments thread and they're coming down to my house this weekend now for snuggle times, specifically because I hit on them in this thread.

 

I'm just sayin, I think I won this round. B)

 

Smooth move, btw

 

Wait, I mean

 

Spoon move

 

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Princess Grr
Jul 10 2013 06:26 PM

 

 


As for the rest of you, I thought I was weird, but you're making me reconsider...

 

Weird?  Hmm, I dunno man, I dunno.  You flirted with someone and gave them a spoon, and that's cool...but I flirted with someone in this comments thread and they're coming down to my house this weekend now for snuggle times, specifically because I hit on them in this thread.

 

I'm just sayin, I think I won this round. B)

 

Smooth move, btw

 

Wait, I mean

 

Spoon move

 

mhmm gurl

 

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It's like ten thousand knives

 

When all you need is a spoon

such irony

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:kaukau: Yep, you're weirder than me, McSmeag.  I raise the white flag.

 

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I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

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Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa
Jul 24 2013 05:46 PM

This is positively beautiful.

 

If only you could write fiction half as poetic. I think non-fiction is your calling.

 

 

When I said goodbye, I gave her the rest of my flowers, which she appreciated, but a minute later she said "I think these were meant for you but he's just shy," and gave the flowers to Airman.

That could have been an awkward moment, but I don't believe in awkward moments. I'm like the Most Interesting Man in the World, who "once had an awkward moment, just to see how it feels." They only happen if you make them happen, so in this case I just rolled with it.

"No, they weren't really meant for her, because if I really wanted to be romantic, I would giver her..." I reached into my backpack. "This spoon."

 

And he sticks the landing!

 

I have to give you credit, that was dexterous. Aunts and grandmothers are the first to make a comment that renders the situation awkward, and I bow to your recovery.

 

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:

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This is positively beautiful.

 

If only you could write fiction half as poetic. I think non-fiction is your calling.

 

:kaukau: Oh, shut the...

 

Well, Airman and I actually had a discussion on this.  Even using the term "calling."  I do intent on writing some fiction yet, though.  My stories run much, much smoother when I know how the beginning and the end are supposed to go and I'm not grasping for plot points. 

 

In any case, I do love writing nonfiction.  Now you know.

 

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