Our late lamented dog was such a good boy as long as we were watching him. He’s been gone a few years, but I am still in the habit of pushing any food to the far side of the counter. It was amazing how far he could reach.
Chocolate is my favorite vegetable..made from beans, you know.
Talked to a woman who had her first child at home with husband as helper. Did not go well for them, baby died and was buried in the back yard. Decided to make appointment for medical help with second pregnancy.
Like listening to the mockingbirds, much more interesting than those darn doves.
There’s probably a bird bath under that tree
A long time ago I ate at a fancy restaurant in San Francisco with some friends. Really fancy, the waiters were old guys who wore suits and ties. Waiter came to take our order and one friend wanted to know if she could get a hamburger. The waiter was great, he said he would have to check with the chef and came back a few minutes later to say that the chef was capable of making a burger, then said (rolling his eyes), “And I suppose..you will want….ketchup…with that?”
Bought an old house and trying to decide about color to paint inside walls. Figured I’d just paint everything white so no decisions..right? At the paint store I said I just want some white paint. The guy opened up a book with about 2 dozens versions of white and said to let him know which one.
Read about the laborers who started the process of making flax into linen. Had to pull the flax stems through boards full of nails to start turning it into thread that could be woven. Very boring procedure, lots of men in large quiet rooms. They started hiring people to read them the newspapers while they worked and became pretty interested in current events and politics. They started showing up at meetings and asking pointed or embarrassing questions. The boards with nails were called heckles and the workers were called hecklers,
Grew up on a farm, no road signs back then. Asked my father for directions to a neighboring town. “Go down the road that way till you come to a road that goes between those two buttes. Take that road and when you get to the other side of the buttes, take the first road to the left and keep going till you get there.”
I went to a small rural school and always had trouble with essay writing. Loved the multiple choice or True/False test. My sister, on the other hand, went through the same school system, but was an excellent writer. Unfortunately, she tended to spend so much time polishing her writing that college instructors told her they had to downgrade her because she was so late turning it in. A couple of times she was told it was “publishable”.