tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post6011763414513983962..comments2024-03-28T23:30:19.366-07:00Comments on Being Me: Reasons not to over-analyse eventsFran Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-30904759988541086282009-05-18T14:35:00.000-07:002009-05-18T14:35:00.000-07:00Will send him round, Sis. Don't give him your fav...Will send him round, Sis. Don't give him your favourite giant delicate wine glasses. He'd only have to breathe on those and there'd be shards everywhere.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-86432865040138380282009-05-18T14:25:00.000-07:002009-05-18T14:25:00.000-07:00Can Husband get round here pronto, we've got loads...Can Husband get round here pronto, we've got loads of washing up? Too busy enjoying ourselves at the pub while you're marking. Ah, but on second thought, I like my glasses whole. And tell him he'll have to wear socks. Can't abide men's feet, even in socks. Although if he has big feet, it may help to clean the floor whilst he's at it if I spread the dirty dishes around the kitchen. Oh wait, Boyfriend has already done that bit...The Sisterhttp://www.purehealthclinic.co.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-19181543538488537202009-05-14T14:06:00.000-07:002009-05-14T14:06:00.000-07:00Retired One, I used to move pretty fast when I hea...Retired One, I used to move pretty fast when I heard my kids being sick, too. It didn't take me more than a nanosecond to push Husband out of bed so he could deal with it.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-71728179404351825772009-05-13T16:04:00.000-07:002009-05-13T16:04:00.000-07:00I could excuse you for thinking you were me, cause...I could excuse you for thinking you were me, cause we do apparently sound very similar on the phone (even your best friend addresses me as "hello Fran!"), but, well, no.The Japanese Studenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01182127841795118496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-81852839279789133462009-05-13T15:59:00.000-07:002009-05-13T15:59:00.000-07:00As Count Sneaky says, Fran, it's a visual society....As Count Sneaky says, Fran, it's a visual society. And there's the problem. I remember reading somewhere that the sense of hearing is slowly eroding in humans. Anyway, some of us are indeed sensitive to sound. As for where silence can be found - oddly enough in my neighborhood it's often in the middle of the afternoon. A lot of the humans are at work and their dogs are sleeping.Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-58603934086795430082009-05-13T14:41:00.000-07:002009-05-13T14:41:00.000-07:00Such an interesting observation...I go through the...Such an interesting observation...I go through the day hearing sounds all day too, but I don't pay attention. <br />Nothing made me sit up in bed faster than hearing one of my kids when they were little wretching (throwing up!) I would bound out of bed and barely touch the floor and get to them!The Retired Onehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02466803019073952351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-33198512044057496332009-05-13T14:16:00.000-07:002009-05-13T14:16:00.000-07:00Handsome or not, Count ... In his socks, holding ...Handsome or not, Count ... In his socks, holding a dishcloth? Forget it. Your upcoming op sounds painful. I wish you a speedy recovery.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-34472384958269418792009-05-13T14:15:00.000-07:002009-05-13T14:15:00.000-07:00CJ - glad to be of use in brightening up your day ...CJ - glad to be of use in brightening up your day with a muffin thought here and there. I can't quite get over the event myself yet either. There are just some things one wishes one had never said.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-65903679633555589772009-05-13T14:13:00.000-07:002009-05-13T14:13:00.000-07:00Spilt Ink - thanks for your comment. I didn't kno...Spilt Ink - thanks for your comment. I didn't know there were others in the world who found such pleasure in rinsing. You must come and wash up with the Husband sometime and indulge in your hobby in a companionable fashion. I'll be in another room, if that's OK.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-55714653064040625782009-05-13T14:11:00.000-07:002009-05-13T14:11:00.000-07:00Yes, Mark, I do. Any ideas where this miracle of ...Yes, Mark, I do. Any ideas where this miracle of Golden Silence can be found?Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-39762813848741586812009-05-13T13:11:00.000-07:002009-05-13T13:11:00.000-07:00It's true that we don't give the attention to soun...It's true that we don't give the attention to sound at all until it grabs us around the throat. This is a visual society and. For instance, suppose you had opened the door during the crashing noises, and there stood the most handsome man you had ever seen. What then, mon cher? The count has lost most hearing in one ear and has to look where the sound or speaker is. Visual and audio! The count is going to be off-blog for the next week or so because he has to have a spinal-fusion operation Friday. Be back on blog after that a lot during recovery. My best. Count SneakyCount Sneakyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996792466850803692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-73538624104017140752009-05-13T07:38:00.000-07:002009-05-13T07:38:00.000-07:00I'm still laughing about the chocolate muffins. I'...I'm still laughing about the chocolate muffins. I'll just be walking along minding my business and then the words "chocolate muffin" pop into my head and I laugh out loud. I'm so glad I am invisible. It would be embarassing if I weren't.C.J. Kellerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00741787207909852172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-73874470364340972422009-05-13T03:31:00.000-07:002009-05-13T03:31:00.000-07:00Oh this is ABSOLUTELY (note the big shouty letters...Oh this is ABSOLUTELY (note the big shouty letters)tremendous. Your husband rinses dishes (properly) too? There is something deeply primordial about rinsing dishes. Watching the detritus wash away and then... oh rapture... then the gentle rinsing away of soap and sudsy water. Yep, can't beat rinsing them dishes.<br />Oh the sounds thing? No, sorry can't help you find any link there.<br />Need an extra hand for those dishes?Spilt Inkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15437206705699250663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-19494073294294131922009-05-12T15:08:00.000-07:002009-05-12T15:08:00.000-07:00Sounds like Miss needs a few hours of Golden Silen...Sounds like Miss needs a few hours of Golden Silence. (Note: all I can hear right now is the breeze and the birds - lovely.)Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.com