Nia was like a retriever with a slobber-covered ball between her incisors. She refused to drop it. After yesterday’s letter, she wanted to know where Typist was pulling the stray lyric — My Lord, What A Mornin’ — from — she knew just where to look. Down
When our daughter lost her hair my husband immediately shaved his head. He kept it shaved until her treatments were over. It's been about 25 years and her hair has never grown back where her tumor was. She just keeps the rest of her hair long and she pulls it all back into a ponytail.
Hint: the mergers, if not outright gaps, in our memories can become more pronounced with the passing of time! 🤔 Yours of course will resemble rainbows. So very glad Nia persisted, slobber and all. The mysterious bag was a fun find I bet! Second soprano? If you’ve packed all the important memories into one bag, of any size, you are the Thoreau of non-hoarders! Mike seems the embodiment of joy with a touch of mischief!
BUTTON: “I support everyone’s right to be an idiot. I may need it myself some day.” 😁
I suppose I could shave my head. But no one would notice. 🫤 (See the thumbnail photo of my Substack profile. I'm the one with the shiny head on the right.)
Unless I shaved the parts below my nose (I have the same amount of hair as I did at age 20, it's just migrated from the top of my head to the bottom) but Deb would object.
When our daughter lost her hair my husband immediately shaved his head. He kept it shaved until her treatments were over. It's been about 25 years and her hair has never grown back where her tumor was. She just keeps the rest of her hair long and she pulls it all back into a ponytail.
Intricately woven into this post is the ever evasive, six word story… A thing of myth and legend! “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
Was it written? Is it truth or legend? Was there really a bet? Hemingway? Sequels? Humor?
Links below for Typist AND Paintist! 😉
Who knows, there may be fodder for “The Girls” too… 🤔
https://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/ernest-hemingways-six-word-sequels
https://www.openculture.com/2015/03/the-urban-legend-of-ernest-hemingways-six-word-story.html
Keep writing!!! It’s such an enjoyment for all of us to read.
Hint: the mergers, if not outright gaps, in our memories can become more pronounced with the passing of time! 🤔 Yours of course will resemble rainbows. So very glad Nia persisted, slobber and all. The mysterious bag was a fun find I bet! Second soprano? If you’ve packed all the important memories into one bag, of any size, you are the Thoreau of non-hoarders! Mike seems the embodiment of joy with a touch of mischief!
CURE!
BUTTON: “I support everyone’s right to be an idiot. I may need it myself some day.” 😁
I suppose I could shave my head. But no one would notice. 🫤 (See the thumbnail photo of my Substack profile. I'm the one with the shiny head on the right.)
Unless I shaved the parts below my nose (I have the same amount of hair as I did at age 20, it's just migrated from the top of my head to the bottom) but Deb would object.
I'm impressed that you knew right where to look!