Ummm well to name a few things, care for animals, work night shift, grow a garden, keep a home, cook, clean the chimney repeatedly sorry had to add that :O). Geez who ever asked that question doesn't read your blog do they?
tex...I think you have it....I will delete thisblog entry later and will but up a photo record of my day! anyone with kids and/or animals will recognise the routine I am sure!!!
I used to get that just because we didn't have kids.......for some reason people think that if you aren't 'married' and have a 'family' then you must have the WHOLE day to yourself!!!! lol
Actually, I'm really keen to hear what you do in a day - I reckon it would be a case of Go! Go! Go! So I look forward to reading your journal of a days activities.
What an elegant turn of phrase. Really. Clap, Clap.
btw, we don't need a storm cellar here in Idaho. We had a basement when we lived in Iowa, which is in the Midwest (with Kansas and Dorothy) where most of the tornadoes happen. Here in Idaho (in the mountain west with states like Wyoming and Montana and Utah) we do have tornadoes once in a while but they're pretty rare. Earthquakes happen, too, but they're even rarer. Fire is the real and present danger that we have to plan for.
And if you got confused between Iowa and Idaho you should know you have plenty of company (and far better reason.) 90% of Americans still can't tell the difference between the two states. In fact, I have FRIENDS who still don't seem to grasp that I've moved and it's been sixteen years for godsakes. :-)
A 102 year old woman I once cared for (she traveled by covered wagon as a young girl!)told me a story about living in Oklahoma early in the last century. Their town was smack in the middle of Tornado Alley, decades before sirens or warning systems, and she still remembered the twister that tore through a neighbor’s house without warning one day, picking up a cradle with their infant baby still inside and sucking it off into the sky. Later, as townspeople cautiously reemerged to sift through the wreckage, the cradle was discovered again on the edge of town, the infant still inside, alive and unharmed. Ninety-some-odd-years later this woman’s face lit up with wonder at the miracle of it all and she murmured, “I can still see that baby lying inside and the look on its mama’s face. I’ll never forget it.”
I'll never forget the look on HER face when she told me. It's curious how miracles like that seem to happen in the middle of every disaster, isn't it? Diaxxx
I'm guessing 'hide from the chickens'.
ReplyDeleteYou have normal Days? ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhy, bury bodies in the cellar, of course. Gee, some people are just so nosey! ... ;0)
ReplyDeleteWas the question posed by the vicar or his wife? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!
ReplyDeleteAnybody we know? I get asked that a lot - and generally prefer to smile enigmatically...
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing it's a lot like my day - animal care from sun up to sun down.
ReplyDeleteI hope that the person that asked that question knows what you do all night when caring for sick people, John.
ReplyDeleteYou recline on your divan with a box of bon bons, naturally!
ReplyDeleteMY DH asked me that once, when we were first married, he wouldn't dare again!
ReplyDeletePeel grapes I'd have thought - what lese is there to do in life?
ReplyDeleteHey, did you read my mind?
ReplyDeletem.
Ummm well to name a few things, care for animals, work night shift, grow a garden, keep a home, cook, clean the chimney repeatedly sorry had to add that :O). Geez who ever asked that question doesn't read your blog do they?
ReplyDeletetex...I think you have it....I will delete thisblog entry later and will but up a photo record of my day!
ReplyDeleteanyone with kids and/or animals will recognise the routine I am sure!!!
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ReplyDeleteMilling about the English countryside with Jane Eyre in one hand and Earl Grey in the other?
ReplyDeleteYeah, I get that all the time. If I listed everything I do in a regular day, people might cut me some slack.
ReplyDeleteI swear, people are RUDE!
That's weird, I was recently asked "you f**k the what all day?"...
ReplyDeleteSeems kind of rude to me, John. If they bothered to read your blog, they'd know what you do all day.
ReplyDeleteHope you all have a great weekend! ♥
I used to get that just because we didn't have kids.......for some reason people think that if you aren't 'married' and have a 'family' then you must have the WHOLE day to yourself!!!! lol
ReplyDeleteActually, I'm really keen to hear what you do in a day - I reckon it would be a case of Go! Go! Go! So I look forward to reading your journal of a days activities.
ReplyDeleteI know...you work your tail off!
ReplyDeleteIt is hard to imagine apartment dwelling...what do they do all day?
Hmpf! As if the landed gentry has to explain themselves, John of Wales!
ReplyDeleteWhat an elegant turn of phrase. Really. Clap, Clap.
ReplyDeletebtw, we don't need a storm cellar here in Idaho. We had a basement when we lived in Iowa, which is in the Midwest (with Kansas and Dorothy) where most of the tornadoes happen. Here in Idaho (in the mountain west with states like Wyoming and Montana and Utah) we do have tornadoes once in a while but they're pretty rare. Earthquakes happen, too, but they're even rarer. Fire is the real and present danger that we have to plan for.
And if you got confused between Iowa and Idaho you should know you have plenty of company (and far better reason.) 90% of Americans still can't tell the difference between the two states. In fact, I have FRIENDS who still don't seem to grasp that I've moved and it's been sixteen years for godsakes. :-)
xxx
ps (I'm full of ps tonite...)
ReplyDeleteA 102 year old woman I once cared for (she traveled by covered wagon as a young girl!)told me a story about living in Oklahoma early in the last century. Their town was smack in the middle of Tornado Alley, decades before sirens or warning systems, and she still remembered the twister that tore through a neighbor’s house without warning one day, picking up a cradle with their infant baby still inside and sucking it off into the sky. Later, as townspeople cautiously reemerged to sift through the wreckage, the cradle was discovered again on the edge of town, the infant still inside, alive and unharmed. Ninety-some-odd-years later this woman’s face lit up with wonder at the miracle of it all and she murmured, “I can still see that baby lying inside and the look on its mama’s face. I’ll never forget it.”
I'll never forget the look on HER face when she told me. It's curious how miracles like that seem to happen in the middle of every disaster, isn't it?
Diaxxx