Morning all, hope you are well. Young Master Duke has been outside, and barked at whatever he so desired. My beloved is awake, and slowly moving around.
I’ve been thinking on something I overheard recently. It elicited a fight or flight response. To quote young Sharkie, “I am a flightless bird.” I can’t dislodge what they said from my brain. To roughly paraphrase the person… “You have to follow the rules, but I don’t.” To be fair, this was not exactly what was said. This is the paraphrase, or the gist of their words.
It’s sticking to my craw.
You know what it is like to take a bite of a peanut butter and bread sandwich and there is way too much peanut butter in it? It sticks to the roof of your mouth, and no amount of milk can dislodge it. You about choke to death on peanut butter and bread. That’s what it is like having something stuck in your craw.
In teaching someone how to do something. Does it make sense for a master knitter to say, “Always do a gauge swatch,” when they never do it? Or does it make sense for the person teaching someone how to cook to say, “Always wash your hands before you start cooking, and after you touch raw meat.” And then you see them do the exact opposite?
No, it doesn’t make sense.
I guess, I’m grinding my teeth over one off hand comment, but it is driving me out of my tree. Sighs.
Hugs, my friends, I guess I needed to get this off my chest. I truly hope you are well, please take care of yourself today. -L