Monday, July 2, 2012

anecdote for a hot monday

In my old age, I happened one day to look across the table at a recipe I had written out just hours earlier. Forgetting I had just written this recipe down hours earlier, the penmanship looked not unlike my dear mother's; for just a quick moment I thought, 'Now what has she sent me recently?'. Funnier yet, I, in the milliseconds immediately after this thought, noticed both my brother's spidery handwriting and my sister's comely flowing script in this recipe. (Dad's slanty loud all caps plays no part in to-day's story:-)
The structure of the earth's crust, interpreting dreams, the characteristics of siblings based on birth order, any type of mathematics, and now, graphology all interest me quite so.

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