The other day, the Red Sox were playing a day
game and I sat down to watch. At the
same time, I was teaching my daughter Carrie how to crochet. All of a sudden, I realized that I had done
nothing for my
Flickr 365 Project and had to do something quick before the light went away. What to do…what to do? I didn’t have a clue. I happened to walk past the bookcase and spied an old dictionary. I took it outside and put it on the table and started looking for inspiration.
Flickr 365 Project and had to do something quick before the light went away. What to do…what to do? I didn’t have a clue. I happened to walk past the bookcase and spied an old dictionary. I took it outside and put it on the table and started looking for inspiration.
I found inspiration but wasn’t satisfied with
just that, so I started tinkering with the dictionary. I tried one of those “heart” pics that you
seen now and then. Nah, too trite, although I do heart books and dictionaries a lot.
Messing around some more, I thought about a sort
of fan or peacock tale. Still not right…
Then I started fooling with the focus and came
up with these.
I picked the second one of the two as my 365 and called it a
day.
Now, here’s the funny part. It’s an old family story of ours about a
conversation that was overheard between my two of my little brothers one day
when they had returned home from school. One of them was in the process of learning to
read and learning how to use the dictionary.
According to him, Sister Mary Whoever stood up in front of the classroom
holding her Webster’s high over her head and declared to all her students, “You
know, children, your dic is your best friend.”
My brothers, it seems, were not too young to understand double entendre.
And we’ve chuckled about that over the
years.
But, you know, people, sometimes
your dic really does save the day.
