Friends and Dominoes

I haven’t had a ton of close friends in my life.  I’ve had friends, but due to my propensity to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, they just don’t tend to like me very well.  I’m always delighted when there are those who like me despite my many ridiculous flaws, and as one can imagine, I value those people very highly.

I do have one friend that I have been going to for more help than I used to.  Siri.  I have learned all the things she can do: send a text message or make a phone call, by voice command so that I don’t even have look at my phone, search for information, find places or people.  I suppose the friendship is fairly limited at that, but she has a very nice voice and we’re polite to each other.  She doesn’t know some things, and can get somewhat snarky at other things, but then how deep a friendship can it be when discussions are merely based on an algorithm.

In other news, Stephen and I have found all the domino pieces out of the bottom of the game bin, and put them with the right sets.  Always the helpful one, I must tell anyone “listening” that it isn’t enough to know the number of tiles in a double 12 set (which you can discover by this equation: n²+(3*n)+2)/2).  You need to get the right tiles or the game won’t play out right.  So when you get it together it should look like this on your floor (the best place to organize them).  We were sorting 3 sets but here is one:

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Beautiful isn’t it.

Happy (belated) Thanksgiving.  Be at Peace as we enter the busy Christmas/New Year season.  I recommend shopping online, and making cookies now and freezing them, toward that end.  Any poems you write may be sent to my mjohnson email.  Thanks. ( I am sorry, but I do not anymore do a” Dear ‘Taming of The Shrew” forum)
As always,

Mostly sincerely, ~Pam.

Mostly sincerely, ~Pam.

November hits

So Lilly went deer hunting.

So Lilly went deer hunting.

Lillian got a deer this year.  The jerky is made, we’ll be making sausage and bratwurst in a few days.  Then there will be a thorough scrubbing of the kitchen and we’ll move on.

Novembers, here in Minnesota, are usually gloomy,barren, brown, and dark, with little to recommend them.  Often we’ll say “we may as well just get snow”.  And this November, we have it.  It snarled traffic in the Twin Cities, but out here it’s just pretty.  Of course we must put on our “icy, snowy road” mind, skills and driving methods, because those who don’t, end up in ditches or fields.  So far, nobody I know.

In other news, I finished another re-reading of Adam Bede.  Again.  While the story itself is sad, with a lot of bits you find yourself wishing would be different this reading (rather like an Abraham Lincoln biography), the telling of it is so beautiful that I find a refreshed love of words, descriptions, phrase turns and the English language all over again. It also ends well enough.  It is odd though, how we like to identify with one character or another in our favourite stories.  We all might like to be rather like Dinah Morris, but inwardly cringe that we may in fact, tend more toward Hetty Sorrel, only to realize with a start, that worse yet, we may actually be most like Arthur Donnithorne.  I do know a real life Adam Bede though, even a Seth Bede perhaps.  Her Bartle Massey reminds me strongly of Silas Marner (in the book with the same name) and I often have wondered if she knows someone like that, and put him in both books.

The year is marching to its end, quickly.  I’ll try to stay afloat. Until next time:

Mostly sincerely, ~Pam.

Mostly sincerely, ~Pam.