What does plowing a field have to do with knitting, one may ask. The answer: As knitters know, when knitting an intarsia pattern one reads the pattern from right to left, and in the following row from left to right. This type of writing/notation is known as boustrophedon. The word originates from the Greek: as…
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Suprise Me
Boustrophedonic Musings
Prompted By Brain Games
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What does plowing a field have to do with knitting, one may ask. The answer: As knitters know, when knitting an intarsia pattern one reads the pattern from right to left, and in the following row from left to right. This type of writing/notation is known as boustrophedon. The word originates from the Greek: as…
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Left Brain or Right Brain?
Prompted By The Road Not Taken
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Accounting was just add-subtract-multiply-divide, right? Apparently not.
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Oh, How I Miss Manners
Prompted By Manners
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The full description of the CWP program included an interesting reference to one of the takeaways from the course, something called “Trigger Finger Etiquette”. NO, NO, NO, that’s not “manners”.
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We Could Use Some Middle Children These Days
Prompted By Birth Order
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As we mark Middle Child Day, I think we are missing folks who embody the stereotypical qualities of middle children.
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Blue on Blue
Prompted By Baby Books
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Once an art teacher had given our class a homework assignment to collect photos for a collage, including a baby picture. When I’d asked my mom for one, she’d told me my baby pictures had been lost in a flood; yet, here they are.
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Global Weirding
Prompted By Weather
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The sky was dark when I came out of Pilates at 11:30am on Tuesday, July 22. Two of the young women who work at the club were standing outside, looking at the sky with dread. “What’s up?” “There’s a tornado warning for Vineyard Haven”. “Oh dear, I had planned to go there to grocery shop.…
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Keeping Warm
Prompted By What I Own That's Older Than I Am
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The downside of a house of mementoes is that it is hard to throw anything out. I think the oldest thing I have is something that eluded getting thrown out by several generations, but I don’t really know its story. This is all I know.
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A story of laughter (not) and forgetting (much)
Prompted By Trauma
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It’s so humiliating
When you are wanting to enact your role as part of a “recently married couple”
And instead, you find yourself in a different kind of drama altogether
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