I walk the same path to/fro the park. I’d like to think that I don’t have a habit of shuffling or not raising my feet high enough for the next step. Or so I thought.

For you see, my fellow Lemmings, today was fraught with a danger undulating through the stone. “LOLseas is coming, lol, do it, now!”

The paver jumped up at least 3cm just in time for my boot to connect. I tripped, but didn’t fall. Onlookers quickly looked away as I let out a sad, but lengthy sigh. I know the nearest dog must’ve heard me.

The rest of the cobblestone path was a cakewalk.

  • tal@lemmy.today
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    3 days ago

    If I remember, those squared-off things aren’t actually cobblestones. I don’t remember what they’re called, though.

    searches

    Apparently “setts”.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cobblestone

    Cobblestone is a natural building material based on cobble-sized stones, and is used for pavement roads, streets, and buildings. Setts, also called Belgian blocks, are often referred to as “cobbles”,[1] although a sett is distinct from a cobblestone by being quarried and shaped into a regular form, while cobblestones are naturally occurring rounded forms less uniform in size.

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    3 days ago

    Aye, the world is fraught with danger. If you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.

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        3 days ago

        Aye, the world is fraught with danger. Flying is just falling, with style.

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          Aye, is why I joined a boat club, and some of the smelliest, bearded and weird ones sure did love saying, “aye aye” to falling with style into the deep… The rest of us either “aye’d” to stay afloat, or like me… I’d ayed to stay aground. *long sigh" aye, I was a sailor once. I’ve pitterpattered over many a medium, but the cobblestone kinderkopjes got to me. The Belgians got it wrong again. They’re “children’s cups”. Setts? Sounds choppy to my oars.