37 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 2-8-18”

  2. Had a lovely time at dinner with the other three single teachers. We talked and talked. I also put together what I called a fun game. I had a bag full of things and they got to take turns choosing things as gifts for themselves.

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  6. Happy Birthday Jo!

    This is your real birthday.
    I’ve always found it interesting that “Talking” is a big event for women.
    Men talk too, on occasion, but it isn’t part of the camaraderie.

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  7. It is your real birthday because if you were here, you would say, “I was born thirty years ago on this day.”
    The fact that you are somewhere else, doesn’t change that. You were born here.

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  10. If it is talk about sports, hunting and fishing, brother hobbies such as cars, I believe men cantalk just as much as women. I am also thinking I have heard more men being radio talk show hosts.

    Good morning, by the way.j

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  12. Linda and RK.
    The reason we moved from Annandale to Hendersonville is so that Elvera could be close to her kin. I didn’t want to move, but was eventually glad I did.
    That’s another subject.
    Thing is, Elvera and sister, Polly, both lived in the DC area. Every second Sunday in August, they had a Butler (mother’s family) reunion. Elvera always attended. As a child it was bigger then Christmas because she always got a new dress.
    Elvera and Polly always went together. Polly drove.
    One time, they had been to the Butler reunion. It takes about 8 hours to drive from Greenwood, SC to Annandale.
    Polly delivered Elvera and went home.
    Abut half an hour later, Elvera remembered something and called Polly.
    They talked about 45 minutes on the phone.

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  18. Is Chas @7:56 implying that women’s talk is unimportant? 😉

    I do not talk a great deal in general – I am described as quiet by those who meet me – but I do have long conversations with my mother, occasionally with my siblings and dear friend – when they have the time, which at this point in their lives, is not often – and with Eldest Niece, who is a young woman now. We discuss everything, from world events and history, to ethics and philosophy, to classic and popular music, art, and literature, to matters pertaining to our family. Almost always in those conversations, we examine all these topics and many others in the light of Scripture. If that isn’t important, I don’t know what is. Such conversations are what we are instructed to have: “Wherefore comfort yourselves together, and edify one another, even as also ye do” (I Thessalonians 5:11).

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  19. Happy birthday Jo 2.0 🙂

    I was up early, at least there were no messes to clean up this morning (though I still had to get up at 2:30 a.m. to let Cowboy out for a bathroom break). I put in a request for my vet to call today.

    Work remains very stressful, the house still weighs heavily on me and I’m feeling really wound tight by it all, it feels like it’s taking a toll on me both mentally and physically. So now I’m stressed about how the stress is affecting me. Not a good time.

    Can I just run away?

    I guess not. Besides, an electrician is stopping by tomorrow to look at the dead outlets in my house so I’ll have to arrange to scoot home in the middle of the day for that. I may be able to work from home after that, though, depending on how my stories are coming for the weekend.

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  20. Morning! And Happy Birthday Jo…I am declaring the month of February as Jo’s birthday! 😊
    There are some gals with whom I connect and find myself talking to for hours! But then there are some people you just don’t connect with and can nary find a word to say…funny how that happens….
    I walk everyday 3-5 miles…when my neighbor joins me the time flies because we have been talking the entire time…when she can’t walk with me, my walk seems to take forever!!!

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  22. In Nashville I had neighbors I often walked with, a husband and wife. The were in their sixties, but it was a second marriage for both of them (one had been widowed, one divorced), so it wasn’t a lifelong marriage where they had long known each other’s proclivities.

    We would be out walking, and the conversation would go something like this:

    Her: Oh! Did I tell you my daughter got engaged?

    Me: No, you didn’t.

    Her: Well, she and her fiance first met at a coffee shop. So Wednesday he called her and said, “I am so sorry, I don’t have time to go out for dinner after all, I’m so busy at work. Can we just go out for coffee?” In fact, he had the whole day planned, the fanciest restaurant in town for dinner. He showed up at her house . . .”

    Him: The engagement! You were telling her they got engaged!

    He never did understand that when women tell a story, they are likely to use more details than a man would, and that that is OK.

    I do remember, though, when I started doing some work for them in their house (they had a home office), and when we met for our walk later that week, he said, “You know, we have a new employee now. She looks a lot like you.”

    Me: Oh, you decided you wanted a pretty one this year, huh?

    Him: Yes. Sometimes we hire for beauty, sometimes for brains, and sometimes for skill. (Realizing he was setting himself up, quickly): And this year we decided to hire for all three!

    Me to his wife: Ah, he does know how to get himself out of a tough spot!

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  24. As you know, I can stay here for weeks at a time with no adult interaction. And before adopting, after the bios grew up, I could stay alone for weeks at a time and did so in Greece and Italy and here. But husband, that is another story. When he is home from truck driving, he must drive to town nearly every morning to have coffee with the old coots. They sit around talking about important stuff. Like who has moved in and who has moved out and how that person is related and so forth. They do the daily crossword together or fight over who gets it. They talk for an hour or two. I could not do that.

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  28. Mumsee, you just portrayed my parent’s lives. My father would meet up daily at the local country store and have coffee and talk with the retired men (old coots, lol). My mother stayed home and did her things except when she met maybe once a month with the community women’s quilting group. They both attended church together.

    My phone changed ‘old coots’ to ‘old clots.’ Gotta get my laughs wherever I can find them these days.

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  29. Woke up in the middle of the night with the worst leg cramps I have ever had. Standing did nothing and finally I was crouching holding on to a dresser. I made it back the two steps to the bed and clutched the cramps with one hand while I took the leg cramps meds. After five minutes or so they began to subside. Painful.

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  32. So this afternoon I made the comment about Les telling me what she wanted for her daughter’s wedding. I started telling what I knew and how I had told her I would make sure it happened. I made the comment there was more but I couldn’t remember where she told me to find the instructions. Her mother said there is a whole Pinterest page. I am sitting looking at it. Mama Bear was quite busy and organized. There is everything she told me, examples and almost instructions. Go peacefully, Sweet Friend. I got the message and I got this.

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  33. I had to change my pants in the middle of dinner tonight. Not once, but twice! And changed my top once.

    The first time, I was trying to cut a won-ton thingie in my won-ton soup with my spoon, causing the bowl to tip over and spill onto my tummy and lap. Laughing, I went to my bedroom and changed my top and my pants.

    Not too long after that, drawing back my hand from reaching for something on the table, I knocked over my full glass of water, which flowed off the table, onto my lap, and onto the floor. I was so mad at myself for my second round of carelessness, but Nightingale was laughing hard. As I stalked off to change my pants yet again, she thought I was mad at her for laughing, which of course made her laugh harder! Then I, too, burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. 😀

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  34. We had a bunch of folk over this past Sunday. Somebody asked me if we had special glasses for the wee folk. I explained that in my experience, it was the old folk who were knocking things over so no, they were welcome to the glass ware. He snickered because he remembered when both my husband and another fellow knocked over their glasses a couple of dinners ago.

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