A lot of the things that you think are so witty on my part, I typed with a totally straight face. I don't notice the humor until you point it out.
So, I am like the theoretical monkey at the typewriter who turns out Hamlet by accident, while you are the reader who says, "OMG that monkey just randomly typed Hamlet without knowing it."
If Enthusiast mocked my posts every day, I would post this every day.
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Something that looks fun that I don't do, is knitting. I saw a show on male knitters on PBS or such, and it was neat. Do you do that or any crafting?
Hi, Divine Discontent. I'm No Elephants. Have you ever seen my typing? That is how good I am with my hands. Can you just imagine what my craft projects would look like?
Actually, I did crotchet a few things and did okay at it. (It's really easy and I followed written patterns.) I lost interest after a while, though. My mom could knit like nobody's business. Beautiful. All kinds of cables and fancy things. No patterns either. She would just make it up in her head. All she had to do was, every now and then, hold up whatever she was making, and she would figure out in seconds where the shoulder or cuff or collar or next fancy stitch should go. She was like the ninja homemaker. Cook, bake, clean, iron, sew, crotchet, knit. And everything to a degree and with speed and consistency that Martha Stewart can only dream of achieving.
Poor thing. Seems like every Saturday I would lose a sweater that she had knit me. I'm amazed that she didn't kill me in my sleep after the first ten lost sweaters or so.
She wouldn't even yell at me. She would just make another. I was very little then, maybe 5 or under, but still. Looking back, she had to have been a saint.
How wonderful that you sing. What a gift! I can't do that either. Totally tone deaf, among other things. (Are you starting to see a pattern here?)