What does plowing a field have to do with knitting, one may ask. The answer: As knitters know, when knitting an intarsia pattern one reads the pattern from right to left, and in the following row from left to right. This type of writing/notation is known as boustrophedon. The word originates from the Greek: as…
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Suprise Me
Boustrophedonic Musings
Prompted By Brain Games
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What does plowing a field have to do with knitting, one may ask. The answer: As knitters know, when knitting an intarsia pattern one reads the pattern from right to left, and in the following row from left to right. This type of writing/notation is known as boustrophedon. The word originates from the Greek: as…
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Aunt Jocie
Prompted By Aunts & Uncles
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She and my mother were distinctly different personalities, but I always thought of her as a second mother.
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A Wise Woman Once Said…
Prompted By Letter to My Younger Self
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If it’s not good for you, use moderation; if it is, run with it.
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Drifting Away
Prompted By Ex-Friends
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I don’t really believe in “ex” friends. There is an ebb and flow to friendships, but once established, they can usually be revived, even if dormant. Some can be intense for a while, then circumstances change – one of the parties moves away, changes jobs, or life interferes (I have seen an instance where politics…
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Memories of Cars Past
Prompted By My Car of Yesteryear
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I needed something more reliable. My hours were irregular, public transportation spotty, and I lived too far from the hospital to walk. And it rained and snowed. Any car that ran would do. That, plus my general ambivalence, is probably why my first car was such a clunker.
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Of Shoes–and Ships–and Sealing Wax
Prompted By Poetry
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I eat my peas with honey,
I've done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on my knife. --Gelett Burgess
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Tread lightly on tippy toes as a tipster tips you for your service
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Charlie
Prompted By Pets
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Day before yesterday, legs unsteady, he led Garth on a slow walk, no leash. I wondered what had become of them, walked up to the corner and waited. There they came. Yesterday, he let us know he was ready. Our hands on him while the vet administered the dose, we cried, cried some more as…
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Satisfying Substitutions
Prompted By Comfort Food
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I often kid people that I was "gluten-free and paleo" before those concepts existed.
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My family had a rule: No comic books.