Influenced by two of my favorite bloggers, Chris Bonney, of "What I Saw" fame, and Walt Taylor, eavesdropper extraordinaire from "Crackskull Bob," I dutifully noted conversations around me today.
"I'm not a swiss cheese person."
"Well, I'm not a sourdough person, either."
"I know this goes out to the ground, but this is not the ground floor. It's upstairs."
"Our WalMart is so cool: it has the cutest little windmills on top of the roof."
"No; I didn't know the material: I just went 'eeny, meeny, miny, mo.'"
"Hello! You don't SING a candy-gram."
"I don't want to listen to that. Christmas isn't my thing."
"Duke--that's in Pennsylvania, right?"
"Conversation should touch everything, but concern itself with nothing." (--Oscar Wilde)
(Joe sent me an email with photos of my pansies and violas, to reassure me that they're surviving without me. I couldn't help smile and think they looked like little peoples' faces.)