Spinning the Spool

A wooden thread spool caught my eye right near the wicker basket this morning. It was standing upright with a length of bright yellow nylon cord wound around its center. You know I can't leave a potential roller just standing there. I jogged across the carpet, grabbed the free end of the string with both gloved hands, and gave it an explosive tug backward. The spool broke into a wild horizontal spin, peeling cord across the rug like an unwinding tape measure! I matched its rolling stride with a quick sprint and tapped the wooden cap with my sneaker toe right as it wobbled to a halt.