&: Word Wednesday: Wednesday the 15th and the Segue Spectacular

Lately, I have found myself glorying in sitting at stop lights. Well, as much as you can glory when you feel slightly zombie-like. I often put a lot on my plate, and though I enjoy it, it does wear me out. So... the stop lights have been nice. Just sitting. I will make it a point to do that more often... not in the car.

I have some pictures that will catch you up a bit on where I've been and what I have been doing. In order to create some kind of flow between them, I decided I would try to point out the segue (sometimes ridonkulously tangental) between them. Good luck following my train of thought... it seems it derailed a long time ago (:

Also, in the spirit of Word Wednesday, I was about to use the word "segway" to indicate that idea that connects two other ideas together. Little did I know, this word does not have two meanings. "Segway" just means this:

{I have no idea who they are}

while "segue" is the word I was looking for:
se·gue

verb (used without object)

1. to continue at once with the next musical section or composition (often used as a musical direction).

2. to perform in the manner of the preceding section (used as a musical direction).

3. to make a transition from one thing to another smoothly and without interruption.

noun

4. an uninterrupted transition made between one musical section or composition and another.

5. any smooth, uninterrupted transition from one thing to another.

Origin:
1850–55; < Italian: (there) follows, 3rd person singular present indicative of seguire ≪ Latin sequī to follow.

So, without further ado...

Several weeks ago, I bought a bedside lamp. I consider it very sexy, as lamps go, but I was also excited about the ability to read in bed before sleeping, since I have been getting back into reading (what happened in college? - reading burn-out? I don't know...). Thus far, this hasn't happened on a regular basis... but the possibility is there. Excitement.

{attractive wattage}

Do you see that little sheep on my bedside table? I LOVE sheep. Cue sheep festival pictures.

{soft soft sheep wool}

In October, my friend Dylan and I traveled to Rhinebeck, New York to the annual Sheep and Wool Festival. I was overjoyed: a barn full of soft fluffy wool and baaaaaaaaaaas. Delightful. I wanted to hug them all (well, maybe not the biters...)

{sheep, Dylan}

{luscious wool}

We had some interesting food en route to and at the festival. Apple pie and hot apple cider to benefit the town's historical society (I only say this because the very kind woman reminded me eight times) and... spaghetti and meatballs on a stick! Had I known this was fried, I probably wouldn't have gotten it. I was picturing some sort of skewer with some meatballs kabob-ed on there and a LOT of spaghetti wrapped tightly around. No dice.