Yesterday I spun some yarn on a drop spindle. It’s my usual habit to divide the wool in half lengthwise (with the hope that each half will spin out equal in length which makes plying easier) and begin spinning.
Do you get your feelings hurt easily?
Notice the careful phraseology. I’ve been taught that getting one’s feelings hurt is a choice one makes. I’m quite sure this is true, but I’m terrible at choosing to not get hurt, really don’t know how to stop the hurt before it happens. But I’m trying.
(My dad liked to say, “My wife says I’m a trying husband,” which, of course, my mom never said.)
My mom once wrote some reminiscences of her mother, Mary L. Hunter. I don’t think I ever met my grandmother Hunter, but I have a childhood birthday card from her in one of my “boxes.” Read More →
A few nights ago my husband and I were up late channel surfing. We came across a TV show called “Til Debt Do Us Part.” How often does it happen that you hit the very beginning of a show when you’re surfing the air waves? Clever, provocative title. We watched it. Read More →
Here it is, day 8, and these are my feelings about IF: it might be for the birds.
Any program that causes me to constantly think about a subject I loathe, viz. food, is not exactly right for me. (Long ago I saw an episode of Happy Days wherein Fonzie told Ralph Malph that he should join the French Foreign Legion. Ralph was all set up to set off; no one else could talk him out of it. Finally Richie persuaded Fonzie to tell Ralph he was wrong to advise Ralph so. Fonzie RELUCTANTLY agreed, but every time he tried to tell Ralph he’d been wrong he could only say, “I was ruh-ruh-ruh.” Eventually he said, “I was Not Exactly Right.” Henceforth the phrase not exactly right is code in my home for ruh-ruh-ruh.) Read More →