a reply to: SyxPak
Thanks Syx, but you showed up late! I was trying to empower WIS and I wanted to jokingly add that one shouldn't underestimate a ClownFish, just ask
Syx, remembering that fun I had sparing with you over the no fly zone when Q went to the funeral...but this computer refused to let me type Syx, and
kept changing your name to Styx. I did that "here...click here...maybe he posted here...nope...there!...click there....where's that dragon when you
need him!" so that I could verify that I was getting that nick name right, but all the while thinking to let it go, as it was probably one of those
things where you really needed to be there.
Actually, that would be fun to post those things where "you really needed to be there" but maybe that's in my blood. Yes, I know it is. My 100 year
plus grandmother was quite the tyrant. All 4'10" of her, before she shrank with age, would bellow out Spanish dissertations and growls with her Latin
temperament. It was obvious that when she was in the room, the walls would cower. But as she aged, sometimes she would sit for hours just lost in her
own thoughts. You could tell which thoughts were the pertinent thoughts because she would subconsciously start to tap the table with her fingers in
mysterious inner emphasis, and then her eyes would twinkle up and she would begin to laugh. One couldn't help but to ask, "What are you thinking
about?" and she would glance my way, half amused, and then half sighing in disappointment that it was me, and I could see this inner 'that's okay,
maybe I can translate this' sort of loving acceptance...and then a pause of more thought...and then her eyes would begin to swell up with more
twinkles, and she would brush the thought away with that same hand and say, "I wasn't thinking about anything."
Years later, I was to learn that she had quite the dirty imagination and since I was the prude in the family, those delicious thoughts could not be
wasted on me... Sigh...I know, because she tried once and I didn't think it was funny.
But now I do the same, complete with that secret emphasis code of finger tapping.
Last night, remembering that sparing with you, I had to cover my mouth and burry my head in the pillow because I was howling inside with laughter, and
didn't want to wake up my husband.
Anyway, I told myself to stay out of the Shed today, except for....no! stay out of the shed!...But, but....sigh...
Time to be a grown up for a few hours...it's just that I never got to be a kid and this place is Candy Land...