Ok...almost enough of pansies!
I lost my breath today...fortunately I didn't lose my cool.
Six of us were working on a reading from Ulysses in the Reading Room of the library...we got carried away with the crowd scene...
A young nondescript librarian came into the room and said: This is a library.If you can't whisper, I will have to have to have you removed...
We immediately apologized and explained that we hadn't realized that the room wasn't sound proof. And she repeated her threat. The room is not sound proof. If you do not whisper, I will have you removed. She was speaking to six retired teachers not one of whom had spoken to their respective students in that way ever. She was half our age.
And I was transported back fifty years the the librarians at McGill who terrified me.
The reason I was in that library was that the retired director had wooed me in. It had taken her two years. And that two years was shot in two sentences.
I will stay out of the library not because I am afraid of the librarian but because I am afraid of what I might say to the librarian.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
So...I'm back and looking through my notes and trying to figure out if I used this or that or what...but..I've just met his highness...I'm playing bridge...I'm substituting at bridge...and this delightful creature is my hostess's seventeen year old poodle who lies on her lap and snores as we play...I might add that he is a seventeen year old poodle with a $3000 knee replacement - now that's love!
So...a story I found...hopefully not a repeat:
The Little Girl
I was out at a mixed supper...kids and parents.
Suddenly there was one of those howls that is so familiar at such parties. A five-year-old girl had knocked down a little boy. I watched as her mother thundered over and said," Did you say you were sorry?"
The little girl looked up at her, shrugged and said, "He got up didn't he?"
I assume that if he hadn't gotten up, she would have apologized.
So...a story I found...hopefully not a repeat:
The Little Girl
I was out at a mixed supper...kids and parents.
Suddenly there was one of those howls that is so familiar at such parties. A five-year-old girl had knocked down a little boy. I watched as her mother thundered over and said," Did you say you were sorry?"
The little girl looked up at her, shrugged and said, "He got up didn't he?"
I assume that if he hadn't gotten up, she would have apologized.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
No I spent my seventy-fourth birthday coming to terms with the fact that for at least the latter part of my life, I hadn't been standing on my toes when I thought I had...been standing on my toes!
Let me clarify. I knew that couldn't stand on my toes in my running shoes. That was obvious. Running shoes are not malleable. They especially don't bend when they are size elevens.
But I was taking yoga.
Yoga is done in bare feet on a special mat.
I can stand on my toes in bare feet on a special mat...or so I thought.
In my 73 years, 364th day I was in my yoga class.
At the end of the of the class the instructor asked us to stand on our toes.
I stood on my toes.
The yoga instructor looked at me and whispered, "Can you stand on your toes?"
I said, "I am standing on my toes."
She shook her head and said, "Not quite."
I went home and stood on my toes.
She was right.
My heels were off the floor but my toes weren't up...it was sort of like a bridge.
I have two weeks to practice standing on my toes...
The task is futile.
I have congenitally flat feet.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
...and oh...the shunner will polish off a plate full if he thinks he stealing the shnnee's plate...
Meanwhile the Fancy Feast sits abandoned in the bowl...
My camera is out...the butterflies are back at the botanical gardens...
Yes...I know...that's a moth...
Daylight saving has kicked in and we saw sunlight for the first time in 17 days!
Thursday, March 7, 2013
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