We are both zonked: Finn from playing with his buddies and dog-walker Rafi; me from chopping rock hard snow and revamping two chapters.
Just made a few more machine-pieced components for the Pale Village quilt. It’s time to iron for a while and watch comedy — maybe I’ll finish watching Mike Birbiglia’s “Thank God for Jokes” on Netflix. In this show there’s a hilarious riff about the schism between “on time people” and “late people” (‘How do on time people feel about late people? Well, we hate you is all’).
Ha ha! What about the frequently slightly late? Mild dislike? I’ve been watching “Call the Midwife” for distraction lately. Mike can’t stand it when the ladies go into labor, which happens at least once an episode. Maybe I should switch to comedy.
The frequently late? Mildly annoyed. The sometimes late: forgiven. But people who are consistency late: barely contained judgment — it just seems like anyone who is always 25 minutes late could always be on time if they just decided to do so, right?
Speaking of midwifery, once I read a thing about how you can gauge a person to some degree by their birth experience. The son whose was born a week after his due date is chronically late. Rushing stupidly around. The son who came a week before his due date doesn’t seem to have the same issue. (I had seriously mixed this up in earlier version of comment).
maybe I’ll take “Call the Midwife” up again. We used to enjoy the show — good characters. Not sure why I let it lapse.
Your domesticity in all it’s aspects is supremely beautiful. Every shot a gem, and the cloths too. As for lateness….I have in my retirement become somewhat indifferent…but it’s an amusing conversation…and moving in it’s way too because of personal detail. Loved midwife when it ran, except I had to hit the mute button for screaming due to neighbors being a breath away and me often watching the re run after midnight on Tuesdays.
(PS unrelated, but there is no photo of me on the Tibetan Tangka blog post. I would never publish it since I was in the flare of the unexplained face rash. I did post it as a single on my other blog but deleted it, only it still shows in the damn blogger time line. I had a woman take the shot so I’ll have something to show the dermatologist who couldn’t give me an appointment till the 24th when I phoned on the 10th. It’s still with me just not so inflamed.)
I didn’t realize that the rash was on your face. That must be awful and the 24th is still a ways away! Being on time can be a kind of compulsion (in addition to a virtue, that is). Sometimes it should be less important than it just always seems to be in my head. It became a live issue last year with my chronically late son living with us. I tried to BLAH tell him it was BLaH unnecessary, BLAH, bad for him and inconsiderate to others and BLAh blah blah so readily remedied. I’m sure he’s still late. I just don’t see it anymore.
Well my labors were: older, son 1 hour…second daughter, 1 hour 20 min…and I have no idea if they are late-ies or on time-ies!! Love seeing Finney all tuckered out. That is the way I could handle a dog these days!! lol
i don’t go anywhere so i don’t worry about it.
Ha! Very reduced schedule here these days. Cleaning I came upon some old calendars. My eyes bugged out of my head to see all the activities. I know I was younger but what was I thinking?
Old Man Crow and I always arrive at exactly the time we said, to the minute, if we say 9am we are there at 9am even when the traffic grinds to a halt on the way, a magical opening always allows us to meet our appointments, I call it magic mixed with intent, my friend Bronwyn always finds a park close to where she needs to be…
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
– Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio
Us too. Even when we think we’re gonna be late. There we are. One minute to.
love the spareness of your patchwork house
thanks Mo. It’s both pieced and appliqued (and not quite done) and the red thread couched here and there was dyed in India, purchased in Colorado. It was sold as ‘meditation thread’.
Love that house…complex, yet has an endearing simplicity. I need to lurk here more often.
Thank you June. It is bare bones in a good way I guess