The brain is a wonderful thing. I do not know how the brain does it, but, in your head is a picture of everything you have seen. And you can click, and a new picture comes to mind. It's a wonderful thing. I have been restricted in my ramblings this past week. But not my brain. So I have rambled here and there, while I stay all day in Ken's room keeping busy with my magazines and my memories.
I was remembering one Christmas at our home in Kensington with my brother David and sister-in-lay Irene, along with some of their children and ours. Our Andrew loved jokes and could tell one at the drop of a hat. Irene gave Andrew a joke book, edited by Isaac Asimov. Andrew proceeded to read from the book. The section Andrew choose to read was from the slightly risque jokes. So picture these proper conventional families sitting around the Christmas tree listening to these off color jokes told to Andrew by his properly conventional aunt Irene. She has newer been able to live this down.
2 comments:
I think you've done a great job with your ramblings this week. You may have been more limited in other things - not your style to it. I continue to have you and Ken in my thoughts and prayers. And I continued to be fascinated with what I learn about the more private Ruth. Thank you!
Sarah...very difficult to talk a lot about my private thoughts. So very Canadian to do your duty and keep quiet. But I am getting better. Thanks for the input.Ruth
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