Part V
One Sunday when Bible study was up at our house and we were turning to a new hymn, Mr. L commented, "This has an Irish melody I believe."
"No," his wife said, "It is an American melody, it says it right there."
He was quiet for a moment, "well, there are a lot of Irishmen in America."
Mr. L isn't an Irisman, but he sure sounded like one right then.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Fly on the Wall
Part IV
Little brother he is, but sometimes he gets just a tiny bit bossy. After all, how many twelve year olds lecture their mother about leaving and not telling anyone were she was going? "It just isn't safe." She had mentioned to me she was going for a walk on the mountain, but apparently she hadn't cleared it with him. Sometimes, you know, he's a little like that.
The other morning right after breakfast he was in a tizzy getting after one of my sisters because the living room wasn't in order. Finally, she'd had enough, "Calm down! Or I'm going to take the bee in your bonnet and stick it in your pants."
Little brother he is, but sometimes he gets just a tiny bit bossy. After all, how many twelve year olds lecture their mother about leaving and not telling anyone were she was going? "It just isn't safe." She had mentioned to me she was going for a walk on the mountain, but apparently she hadn't cleared it with him. Sometimes, you know, he's a little like that.
The other morning right after breakfast he was in a tizzy getting after one of my sisters because the living room wasn't in order. Finally, she'd had enough, "Calm down! Or I'm going to take the bee in your bonnet and stick it in your pants."
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Fly on the Wall
For the purposes of full disclosure, I herein state that all Fly on the Wall posts are based on actual and true happenings. I also do my best to quote people exactly, however, I don't always perfectly remember how a thing went, and I will therefore improvise and do my best to convey the spirit of the words. I just thought I ought to make that clear.
Thank you. I will now be able to sleep tonight.
Thank you. I will now be able to sleep tonight.
Fly on the Wall
Part III
We gathered round to watch a movie depicting "the olden days." Two of my sisters and I had already seen it so we were trying to prepare mother for some of the sad parts. If at all possible, you have to do that. It drives my brother nuts, but some of us like to know what we're getting into. If somebodies going to die, fine, but we'd like to know about it ahead of time. We can prepare ourselves that way. And if not, better yet, but knowing sure eases the stress.
So anyway, we warned her one of our favorite characters was going to die.
Mother:"How?"
Me: "In childbirth."
Mother: "Oh brother, why do they always do that?" I think she senses a hidden agenda here.
Me: Somewhat sarcastically, "Because that is how everybody used to die in the old days."A moment of silence...."except the men."
I'm glad I thought to clarify that. I wouldn't want to be spreading misinformation.
We gathered round to watch a movie depicting "the olden days." Two of my sisters and I had already seen it so we were trying to prepare mother for some of the sad parts. If at all possible, you have to do that. It drives my brother nuts, but some of us like to know what we're getting into. If somebodies going to die, fine, but we'd like to know about it ahead of time. We can prepare ourselves that way. And if not, better yet, but knowing sure eases the stress.
So anyway, we warned her one of our favorite characters was going to die.
Mother:"How?"
Me: "In childbirth."
Mother: "Oh brother, why do they always do that?" I think she senses a hidden agenda here.
Me: Somewhat sarcastically, "Because that is how everybody used to die in the old days."A moment of silence...."except the men."
I'm glad I thought to clarify that. I wouldn't want to be spreading misinformation.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Fly on the Wall
Part II
Mother and I were shopping before Christmas and we came across some Dickie pants. And while I reconized the brand name, I was having trouble remembering if they were good or not. But I was trying so hard to be helpful, and I was tired.
So after racking my brain for any revelant information and uttering a few not so helpful sentences, I wrapped up with the perfect political answer: I said in a slow, thoughtful voice, "Dickies, are, um, well, Dickies....are....a......brand......of..........pant."
I'm so glad I got that clarified for her. What would she ever have done without me?
Mother and I were shopping before Christmas and we came across some Dickie pants. And while I reconized the brand name, I was having trouble remembering if they were good or not. But I was trying so hard to be helpful, and I was tired.
So after racking my brain for any revelant information and uttering a few not so helpful sentences, I wrapped up with the perfect political answer: I said in a slow, thoughtful voice, "Dickies, are, um, well, Dickies....are....a......brand......of..........pant."
I'm so glad I got that clarified for her. What would she ever have done without me?
Fly on the Wall
Part I
That is not to say there will ever a Part II, III, IV or so on, but it sounded so appropriate. And I might you know, do another such thing, so I'm leaving the door open. And there was another one I was going to do, but I can't remember it now. That is originally why the door was even going to be put there in the first place. But enough of that now, over to our fly....
The lights were extinguished, because we really were supposed to be going to sleep, but we weren't asleep. There were voices coming out of the dark. We were reminiscing about the past year and thinking what a bleak prospect of excitement the new year held. And that is how we got to discussing the ball we had attended. And if you'd like to analyze it, it shows some interesting perspective on what shapes peoples observations.
One of us, who shall presently, and perhaps forever, to protect the innocent, remain nameless said, "there was only one good looking guy there and he asked me to dance." Okay, so that sounds like a good thing. But then she clarified, "Well, he wasn't really good looking, I mean he looked like the type of guy that would ask strange girls to dance.....girls that he didn't know.......I am not a strange girl!"
That is not to say there will ever a Part II, III, IV or so on, but it sounded so appropriate. And I might you know, do another such thing, so I'm leaving the door open. And there was another one I was going to do, but I can't remember it now. That is originally why the door was even going to be put there in the first place. But enough of that now, over to our fly....
The lights were extinguished, because we really were supposed to be going to sleep, but we weren't asleep. There were voices coming out of the dark. We were reminiscing about the past year and thinking what a bleak prospect of excitement the new year held. And that is how we got to discussing the ball we had attended. And if you'd like to analyze it, it shows some interesting perspective on what shapes peoples observations.
One of us, who shall presently, and perhaps forever, to protect the innocent, remain nameless said, "there was only one good looking guy there and he asked me to dance." Okay, so that sounds like a good thing. But then she clarified, "Well, he wasn't really good looking, I mean he looked like the type of guy that would ask strange girls to dance.....girls that he didn't know.......I am not a strange girl!"
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