Glad to see you are better and on the move once again. I like your post on letting it all go by the wayside when we're sick. I'm nursing a head (sinus) cold ten days now and I didn't go out today. And I didn't accomplish much but I'm glad I listened to my inner voice.
One question: I have tons of writing books and journals from when I was younger, but not as young as yourself in your post. Why do we have this loopy all over the page handwriting when younger? I don't write that way now but yours is almost like mine. Is it because we think we're the world? I write smaller now. Is that my world? Or have I come to acceptance with it?
For me, it was trying out different penmanship to see which I liked best. There’s pages of one diary written in a strange slant—I was pretending I was left handed!
Yes, life happens... sorry to hear all that you had to go through! Plenty of rest, kitties and Michael's soup got you better!!! Enjoy 2025 in good health and fun, adventurous times!
I'm so glad you're feeling better! And I ADORE seeing your younger-self's penmanship. Great post and reminder that slow (and soup) is sometimes necessary!!
Before I got on the computer I watched an episode of Modern Marvels about eggs and some guy was drilling ostrich eggs into fancy lacy masterpieces. He said that the really intricate ones he saves for just before he's getting major surgery. Concentration as anesthetic. Then I saw this post, an exclamation point so soon?
You were always the winner in your spelling bees, I was always the last BOY down, and there were always half a dozen girls left. Maybe it was because Mom had 5 boys and 3 girls, and I was the only boy surrounded by girls and it rubbed off on me.
The spelling bee I remember most was the one that eliminated everyone but one young lady and the word that eliminated everyone else was spigot, trickily pronounced spiket with a short e. I never heard so many combinations of c & k until a couple years later when somebody signed my report card "dear --ckface, have a great summer." I was the talck of the town!
Hi Ann:
Glad to see you are better and on the move once again. I like your post on letting it all go by the wayside when we're sick. I'm nursing a head (sinus) cold ten days now and I didn't go out today. And I didn't accomplish much but I'm glad I listened to my inner voice.
One question: I have tons of writing books and journals from when I was younger, but not as young as yourself in your post. Why do we have this loopy all over the page handwriting when younger? I don't write that way now but yours is almost like mine. Is it because we think we're the world? I write smaller now. Is that my world? Or have I come to acceptance with it?
Joan
For me, it was trying out different penmanship to see which I liked best. There’s pages of one diary written in a strange slant—I was pretending I was left handed!
lol I do remember doing that myself.
I hope you get better soon. I also wanted to say, I have one of those blankets, too. My is T.S. Eliot. What is yours?
The Great Gatsby! So cozy.
Yes, life happens... sorry to hear all that you had to go through! Plenty of rest, kitties and Michael's soup got you better!!! Enjoy 2025 in good health and fun, adventurous times!
I love the reminder that life sometimes has other things in store. Also… we all need more uniforms!
I'm so glad you're feeling better! And I ADORE seeing your younger-self's penmanship. Great post and reminder that slow (and soup) is sometimes necessary!!
Hope you are feeling better! I had pneumonia the last couple of weeks 🤢😷
Oh no! I hope you’re feeling better?
All good now ❤️✨
Before I got on the computer I watched an episode of Modern Marvels about eggs and some guy was drilling ostrich eggs into fancy lacy masterpieces. He said that the really intricate ones he saves for just before he's getting major surgery. Concentration as anesthetic. Then I saw this post, an exclamation point so soon?
You were always the winner in your spelling bees, I was always the last BOY down, and there were always half a dozen girls left. Maybe it was because Mom had 5 boys and 3 girls, and I was the only boy surrounded by girls and it rubbed off on me.
The spelling bee I remember most was the one that eliminated everyone but one young lady and the word that eliminated everyone else was spigot, trickily pronounced spiket with a short e. I never heard so many combinations of c & k until a couple years later when somebody signed my report card "dear --ckface, have a great summer." I was the talck of the town!