Reality beats any opinion including my own.
That’s an acute observation about fiction. Even w/ a Kindle (which has adjustably big print so I can still read) they tell you a percentage. Makes the whole experience psychologically different.
What goes around comes around… and BITES!
There are SO many jokes around this. How about the young woman who was renting a place from Mr. Loesser, who was not only NOT a nice man, but had a son who was worse. The two of them worked out a scheme to pressure her into “favors” by getting her deeply in debt. Indeed, it worked, and some months later, she found herself walking to meeting with them for dinner “and”… and musing to herself, “Oh me oh my, I was a good person, but here I am, undone by the evil of two Loessers.”
Then there’s the boll weevil family: Momma weevil, Pappa weevil and a couple of dozen kids. One of the big ones wanders off and the littlest one scampers along, because he had ALWAYS wanted to be the lesser of two weevils.
There are probably a half dozen others.
Birds that pass in the gloaming…
My flute’s an alto, so “mid-fluting”
Wiley Bear in a completely new situation.
When you steal a joke, it’s good to steal from the best. Very well done. (Was the man named Hu, and did he play baseball?)
I took a leaf from my mother’s book when i got my beard caught in the zipper: What did she do about chewing gum in the hair? Didn’t seem like ice would be much use, but scissors worked nicely. Except for putting up with all the wise cracks for a week or so.
It feels really slow, but we are making progress. I really hope it’s happening fast enough.