Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for July 30, 2018

Angler Arthur they call him, and he does not fish.

Not funny! I do that too! Especially with both hands full.

That sliver of artwork on the right, who is the artist? I think we can see just enough to know it is not Mme. D.

Personally I prefer to bounce off the walls as they have a little more “give.”

I would like to clarify that I do not bounce of the walls because I am drunk (well, most of the time) but because of a wee bit of nerve damage in my feet. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

I bounce in my chair, it tricks my Fitbit into thinking I’m walking….

Arthur had better be careful about his redirection. It looks like he’s about to toss his cookies.

He’s really jambin’.

Actually, that looks like a fun way to drive those around you nuts. I think I’ll try it.

That, blind deaf and dumb kid sure plays a mean pinball ! ♫♪Wait, that would be Tommy, not Arthur. Silly me

The world is his pinball machine.

Very entertaining comments in here today! Except for mine. :oD

Arthur was the inspiration behind the Roomba..

Ahhh, a kindred spirit.

I’m going to have to learn to do that with both hands full. I’m still working on perfecting my “empty hands” bounce.

Finally, the mystery of the coffee spots on the carpets is solved.

But when Myrtle opened the basement door at just the wrong moment, Arthur found himself on an unexpected journey across the street to neighbor Bob’s. (Bob appreciated the milk and cookies, however)…

I don’t (usually) bounce, but to judge from the dirty hand prints on my door jambs I must pull myself along rather frequently!

Ex hockey players just love to refresh old memories of checking using the boards.

Oh goody! I’ll get one of those masks and really scare the bejesus out of Patsnozzle!!!!!!!!

Actually, these days the door jambs help to keep me upright as I bank off one to another in yet another room. Maybe I should just ride a souped up Roomba?

Hopefully, Arthur’s not the type to cry over spilled milk.

That practice is incredibly bad for your back. I speak from bitter experience.