I’ve lived my entire adult life with “dumb blonde” jokes. Whoever started them, probably spawned by pornographers allured by Marylyn Monroe types (probably with dyed hair), should be locked up in a room with a hundred blonde professional women on a month-long sabbatical from bad bosses. Think he’d make it out alive? I think he (or she) definitely be a changed creature after that month. He’d gain a new understanding of blondes, that’s for sure.
Sentencia Interruptus: The Texas Pause
I’ve actually never heard anyone talk about this, so it’s up to me to break the news to the world about this phenomenon. It can be a monumental problem, if you don’t know about it, understand it, and adhere to its rule. “It” is, and I believe I’ve aptly named it, Sentencia Interruptus, or commonly known (or soon will be) as the Texas Pause. Problems can arise in communications between husbands and wives, employers and their employees, teachers and students, and others, if one of the parties..
Our Adobe Hacienda
When I was a teenager, my family moved to the largest alpine valley in the world- the San Luis Valley in southern Colorado, into a house that hadn’t been inhabited for many years. What appeared to be an insurmountable task, reclaiming the living space in an adobe shack, while we cooked outside and pumped water from a hand-pump, slowly became a passion. The old adobe had been built by a Japanese family many years before, and until we found it, had been a frequent party place for local teens…
Clutterbugs
“This house is so cluttered I can’t find anything,” said my husband. I looked around, and realized that most of the clutter was his, on that particular day, anyway. He seemed to be oblivious to that fact. He’s not only a closet packrat, he builds guitars. He rebuilds guitars- guitars that don’t quite meet his specifications when he buys them. Our living room is a guitar parts morgue. We could open up a store. They ought to make tables that have a slight angle…