Grocery shopping is a lot like driving, only with better visibility, better maneuverability, and the traffic jams don't last as long.
One would also be safe to assume that there are less fatalities, I would imagine.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Millbrook Days, as far as I can remember
So, after waiting months to write this post, I really haven't anything of great import to say. All I can do is relate the most memorable points. (That, because I've forgotten everything that wasn't the most memorable. )
In the days preceding Millbrook, the thoughts consuming my mind was why the heck I, who has an inherent, irrational dislike and fear of speaking to strange people, had agreed to 2 days of public speaking to hundreds of people. Of course, my common sense kept chiming in and say it wouldn't be that bad, I'd probably enjoy it, it would be good for business,... but my un-common sense did it's best to drown that out.
And of course, once I got started, it wasn't that bad. I found the most comfortable way to get through the 'speechifying' was to erase from my mind the fact that they were people, and the easiest way to do that, was to speak to their foreheads or chins, instead of their eyes.
There aren't so many forehead designs as you might think.
By the end of the 'Days, I could have sworn I had seen some foreheads multiple times, but as they didn't appear to recognize me, I fancied I must be wrong.
There are only 2 points I clearly remember from that weekend, and neither of them are related to the monotonous torrent of rehearsed words, repeated thousands of millions of times, that I poured forth on the ears of the poor unsuspecting, uninterested victims who were so foolish as to stop by my table. They are:
1:My table was facing sideways to the afternoon sun, so after 2 days, one side of my face was roasted to perfection, while the other side was still marshmallow white. I had a few epitaphs given me by well-meaning dingle hoppers, including 'two-face', ( in the context of the Dark Knight), and the 'Phantom' of the Opera.
2. How much I aged that second day. I must have! In the morning I was accused of being Sandra (generally thought to be in her early 20's) daughter; in the evening, of being Mark's (usually assumed to be about 30) wife.
In the days preceding Millbrook, the thoughts consuming my mind was why the heck I, who has an inherent, irrational dislike and fear of speaking to strange people, had agreed to 2 days of public speaking to hundreds of people. Of course, my common sense kept chiming in and say it wouldn't be that bad, I'd probably enjoy it, it would be good for business,... but my un-common sense did it's best to drown that out.
And of course, once I got started, it wasn't that bad. I found the most comfortable way to get through the 'speechifying' was to erase from my mind the fact that they were people, and the easiest way to do that, was to speak to their foreheads or chins, instead of their eyes.
There aren't so many forehead designs as you might think.
By the end of the 'Days, I could have sworn I had seen some foreheads multiple times, but as they didn't appear to recognize me, I fancied I must be wrong.
There are only 2 points I clearly remember from that weekend, and neither of them are related to the monotonous torrent of rehearsed words, repeated thousands of millions of times, that I poured forth on the ears of the poor unsuspecting, uninterested victims who were so foolish as to stop by my table. They are:
1:My table was facing sideways to the afternoon sun, so after 2 days, one side of my face was roasted to perfection, while the other side was still marshmallow white. I had a few epitaphs given me by well-meaning dingle hoppers, including 'two-face', ( in the context of the Dark Knight), and the 'Phantom' of the Opera.
2. How much I aged that second day. I must have! In the morning I was accused of being Sandra (generally thought to be in her early 20's) daughter; in the evening, of being Mark's (usually assumed to be about 30) wife.
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