The Staff of Your Inner Rhino is back, transformed by a bit of leisure. What happened to the T-shirt We cannot say.
We have kept the balloon as a souvenir (see: ‘Down Time’ below), at least in spirit.
Much easier than trying to find it later and repair it, right?
In the midst of our busy lives, We Rhinos like to toss in interludes, periods of mind-clearing non-activity. We breathe.
Still Life with Rhino.
Washta, Iowa was officially established in 1868 by a Mr. Whisman, the postmaster there. Washta has never been large. It is called “The Coldest Place in Iowa”, referring back to a temperature of minus 47 degrees, recorded in 1912. If it was windy, nobody told Us.
The population of roughly 450 must have had a mega-shivery time of it. Goodness!
If you wish to write to folks out there, the zip code is 51061. YIR, helpful to a fault.
Log rolling is a major Rhino Sport. Not that We actually do it ourselves for varied reasons (most related to anatomy and physics and opportunity) but We can definitely imagine getting into it.
Even when one’s Outer Rhino can’t handle the assignment, the Inner Rhino is always ready to rock- and roll.
2017 has run its course, and We at Your Inner Rhino bid it adieu with mixed emotions; many giggles, a few tears and the usual combination of hope and dread and gratitude.
Any way you slice it, this is the end of the line… for this year.
Let Us be well, all together.
Say, Kids, what time is it!?!?
It’s Figgy Pudding Time!?!?!?!
Wishing you and yours a Happy Holiday, and many Sugar Plums at bedtime.
“Oh ho ho”, says Your Inner Rhino!