At some point in my interactions with other people, I will begin to feel limited and restricted. As the feeling progresses it will grow into a sense of being trapped. If I let it expand, continuing to grow without tending to it, it will become a beast who wants to break free. Once it becomes... Continue Reading →
A Year Ago Today – I wrote and posted this (on my tumblr, my WordPress had yet to be born and wasn’t even a twinkle in my eye – it’s a blazing Sun warming my heart now but that’s another story). I’m surprised how good this is… did I really write it!?! Well, I know I lived it, so that’s something!
Once upon a time two little teaspoons went missing, or so the Lady of Cutlery thought. She didn’t bother to look for the little teaspoons. She wasn’t really the least bit interested in the welfare of the teaspoons at all. Her only interest was in the fact that she believed them to be missing, and that someone else was to blame for the crime against cutlery. She was very angry. Livid. Her rancour needed an outlet. So she sought out a vessel into which she could pour her fury.
A child wandered into the kitchen and was immediately chosen as the Keeper of the Blame. An honour perhaps. The child was not sure at first, but two hours later, after listening to a seemingly interminable screaming lecture, it did not feel like an honour at all.
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Warning Sign via Wikimedia Commons Here's the line, this sentence is the line, do not cross this line if you are unable to handle personal responsibility and accountability. If you cross it something may happen to you, that something may be bad, you might not like it, you could get hurt. I have now warned... Continue Reading →
I've been watching a TV series called White Collar. It's quite good. It does what it is meant to do, entertain. But it is flawed, as most things are and sometimes the flaws make something seemingly perfect better, more appealing. Or more revealing. Just before I watched a couple of the episodes, there was an... Continue Reading →
The other day I burned my index finger rather badly. I threw an old box on the fire, and a piece of hot melting tape flew off and glued itself to my skin. I like to approach seemingly random events, from different angles. It makes life more intriguing. One of my preferred angles is to... Continue Reading →
And The Dish Ran Away With The Spoon by Randolph Caldecott . . Once upon a time two little teaspoons went missing, or so the Lady of Cutlery thought. She didn’t bother to look for the little teaspoons. She wasn’t really the least bit interested in the welfare of the teaspoons at all. Her only... Continue Reading →