Stream of consciousness is such a strange path. I was washing dishes last night and came to a little pitcher that used to be my grandmother's. It matches the bowl that she always made cornbread in. I thought to myself that both pieces were things that I was fond of. ....
....shift to the idea that "fond of" is a dangling participle that should be phrased "of which I am fond"....
....move to something L used to say when she was little: When I gave her something to eat that she didn't really like, noodles for example, she would say, "I'm not fonded of noodles"....
....took me to what my brother's youngest son would say when faced with food he didn't like: I don't love that.....
....I smiled and looked back at the pitcher. It's something that I'm fond of....
I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who does that! I have a 'way out there' thought in my mind & wonder where in the world it came from & have to follow the thought backwards to where it began. Thanks for letting me know I'm not completely crazy! Have a blessed day.
ReplyDeleteMy life is one big stream of consciousness. I'm not real sure how I got right here, right now.
ReplyDeleteMemory travels... they take you on the best trips and they are free!
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