TWO for Tuesday. We have the “yes, I can / no, I can’t” edition, and a snippet of Tuesday morning with Punkin’ Pie. First, the conversation:
Yesterday was Punkin’s “stepping up” day, where the fourth grade class is celebrated before it moves on to the middle school. For the occasion, she asked me to do her hair in double French braids. She looked lovely for the ceremony and the following talent show, in which she played her flute.
She slept in the braids last night and undid them this morning after she got dressed. As I was making her lunch, she came out of her room and said “Mommy, I have WICKED Hermione hair!”
And she does!
Now, on with the list:
I CAN parallel park successfully on the first attempt.
I CAN’T maintain a handstand or do King Pigeon (yet).
I CAN recite the preamble to the U.S. Constitution and Shakespeare’s 116th sonnet.
I CAN’T figure percentages in my head.
I CAN create fantastic meals and desserts, often on short notice and without a recipe.
I CAN’T bring myself to go on roller coasters of any sort, especially not the ones that loop and twist.
I CAN eat an entire watermelon all by myself in one sitting.
I CAN’T do a chin-up.
I CAN write.
I CAN’T be willfully mean or violent.
A can’t cook.
I can eat.
I was wondering. When I put a response to your comment, or anybody’s, on my wordpress blog, do you get some signal so you know about it without having to go looking back at my post to see if I’ve responded?
Does the whole thing have anything to do with “feeds?”
I can figure percentages in my head.
I can’t do any yoga.
Yes, Gerry, there is a way to have WordPress email you whenever a new comment is posted to your site. Go to your dashboard, then click on “options.” In the top tab, you’ll have a bunch of choices - click on “discussion.” From there, you can check or uncheck boxes to customize how you want things to happen.
Maybe I should cook for you?
I love your list. Simple, succinct, and powerful.
Lessee, I can’t be mean either; mean people suck! Uh, I CAN throw stuff together without a recipe, I CAN figure percentages, I can’t eat a WHOLE watermelon, (wow), I CAN recite the preamble (thank you Schoolhouse Rock), but not, alas, the 116th, I can (and love to) write, do a chin up and absolutely canNOT get onto a rollercoaster unless I want to be violently ill. I used to love coasters, but my equilibrium has changed and things ain’t pretty if I flout that change….
And, MAN, can you write.
Sadly, i CAN be mean, but i feel badly about it and i CAN apologize.
I love roller coasters!!
Your daughter has the hair that i was meant to have.
AND your lovely daughter has nearly unbelievable hair.
I must be damaged goods- That yoga picture got me all off track on a filthy tangent…
Stucco, let me see if I can find an HYSTERICAL site for you that claims that the ONLY reason for yoga is to get flexible enough to, erm, gratify oneself. When I find it, I’ll email ya…
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