Every morning, a skinny brown elastic band comes wrapped around my newspaper. Others make their way home on broccoli stalks and asparagus. Those are the much coveted beefy ones that come in bright colours. Sadly, I think about these things. In the past, they were either thrown out or tossed in a drawer until a mission came their way. Now, all that’s changed.
I live in a home where golf balls roam, and one day I saw an opportunity: “Balls + Elastics!” I said to myself. My results are rather pitiful when you consider that the ball above represents several years commitment, but that’s because I basically settle for whatever elastics come my way. I do not actively hunt them down, which reassures me that bizarre activities will not get the better of me. Continue reading