Flamingos and Grey Matters
Hot rod pink flamingo. ©
As you can see, my flamingo has racing stripes.
Naturally. To keep up around here.
Mandatory as things come and go: items, thoughts, situations, minutes, and minuets.
Right.
But is it?
A fine dance. One we all stumble through – whether realizing it. Much less understand the meaning of it.
A loved, yet hated, pre-existing condition:
Something one has that only leads to worse case scenario – even with interventions.
Oddly called “life”, this march to death.
Ironic, really
Oh, we can make something out of this. Common thinking these days.©
Do you ever wonder about the shape of grey? Not “A”. Grey.
Gray seems fat, yet sassy. Contemporary curved. Thumb your nose at established. Impressionistic painting.
Grey seems classic, solid, traditional. Architectural. Structured like a Greek temple.
Small details matter – in grey lines and other. Sets the table of thought and meaning.
Not obvious to you, perhaps, but that’s how I read: the shape, not the meaningless components.
So my old flamingo is sticking with it to keep up by what ever means.
He may be aging and plastic, but willing to hot rod it and enjoy what is flying by.
Gets an “A” for effort.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
You don’t know Pink? They just make you smile.
- “Backstory: Extinction of an American icon”.
- “In the Pink no more” (NY Times)
- “Don Featherstone, inventor of the Pink Flamingo (in plastic) dies at 79” ( What an interesting life. While it is said he had a form of dementia, I think maybe he simply flew away with his thoughts. Happy flamingos and all.)
Shadows chairing life warn against sitting too long.©
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Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge 
he plastic flamingoes have always a place in my heart. I love them… and I send curses and swear words to the evil guy who snithced them the first night I had them outside. They were so special… with seasonal clothes… sigh…
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Doggone it! Flamingo thieves. This one’s safe in the backyard – and do get brought in during high winds and fierce storms. (Hmmm, maybe an assortment of capes would be in order…but he’s pretty fond of the racing stripes right now…just like the Ford mustangs and running of the Kentucky ponies? Great idea, sheltering, protecting capes may be just the thing as he ages.)
Thanks for nesting that comment here
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Reminds me of my Mom’s plastic swan. The had that thing through all kinds of weather and fading eye features. Held soil and a few flowers right until the end.
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OMG a swan? Swooning over that. If I had a pool, I’d have one of those giant yellow ducks floating around. Gnomes of no interest, but a swan – hmmmm
Thanks for floating that one over
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I can’t remember which marina it’s in, and can’t swear it still exists, but there was a sailboat that had a pink flamingo secured up in the bow pulpit. It was wonderful.
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I remember that one! Nothing more appropriate. (Will have to look around and see if it’s still on guard duty.) Thanks for feathering this comment nest
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That’s one sassy flamingo!
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He’s an original with signature and probably should be sheltered in the garage, but flamingos have to be free. And makes me smile…the dogs have stopped barking at it.
Thanks for flying in with a comment
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Sorry Don’s gone, but I must admit I’m not a fan of his creation. I told my husband to never, ever have one of those birthday surprises with a pink flamingo for every year. I don’t object to the large number, just the flamingos. 🙂 Maybe a flamenco dancer.
janet
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The (original) Pink Flamingo creator died some time back (2011?). I found his life rather interesting (and his amusement about the plastic birds which he copied after a Nat.Geo. image as there were no flamingos around him.)
The flamingo per year birthday thing has no connection with him -and those small awkward birds aren’t his design/company production (plastic birds started started in 1957). Perhaps the birthday thing started in 70’s when the pinks became ironic kitsch (and a visual joke about bad taste) and tied into an outrageous film called Pink Flamingos but had nothing to do with them at all. More proof that merchants will grab onto anything that can be sold somehow?
Flamenco dancers would be better – much better than lords a-leaping or maids a milking, too.
Thanks for the snappy comment
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Racing stripes improve everything!
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Snazzy, right? Thanks
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Fun little clip of the minuet – all that hopping and skipping and toe pointing! Ha ha. It never occurred to me that someone actually “invented” a plastic pink flamingo, but I guess it happens. They never go out of style! 😀
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Do you think that’s where the old phrase “with a hop, skip, and a jump” came from?
Thanks for giggling along
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We’ve been hired to teach many of the ballroom dances, as well as hustle, polka, Irish folk dance, and most recently charleston. I do hope no one asks us to teach the minuet. My husband will say yes and then we will have to learn it!
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You are a master at making something from what is seemingly nothing, my friend.
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That’s pretty much the way life operates, right? Thanks for adding shadowy comments
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“Oddly called life, this march to death” has a lyrical quality about it.
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Irony I always a fine dance. Thanks for appreciating the flighty touch.
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A neighbor sports a Flamingo trio on their property. They stand watch over the mailbox never leaving their post…office duties. Aging shows character…as do racing stripes!
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A flamingo party! Cool. (Here you’d have to chain them down well or someone might offer other nesting grounds)
Thanks for the fancy feather comment
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