Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Thomas' Second 509th Story



509.     Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named Thomas.  He had a cupcake.  It wasn’t a good cupcake.  It wasn’t a delicious cupcake.  It was a scrumptious cupcake.
The End.


Thomas' Second 508th Story



508.     Once upon a time, there was a butterfly.  And there was a zeppelin.  The butterfly was racing the zeppelin.  And the butterfly was winning.
The End. 


Thomas' Second 507th Story



507.     Once upon a time, there was a dog – not Sophie Dog.  And there was a cat – not Molly Kitten.  And the cat was chasing the dog.  Because of the elephant.
The End. 

Thomas' Second 506th Story



506.     Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named Thomas.  He wanted juice.  But not orange juice.  Because orange juice made his throat not work very well.
The End. 


Thomas' Second 505th Story



505.     Once upon a time, there was a birthday.  A Thomas named Thomas named a card.  Mommy made cupcakes.  And Thomas made a wish, too.  Thomas wished that Uncle Jason would have a happy birthday.
Thomas helped make cupcakes with Mommy.  He hatched the eggs.  The eggs looked like orange juice.  Thomas put the vanilla in the cupcakes.  And he put the chocolate in the frosting. 
The End. 

Monday, March 31, 2014

Book 303

French Ways and Their Meanings, Edith Wharton, Berkshire House.  (Originally published in 1919.)

I always enjoy Wharton's writings. Her novels bely her study of human nature.  So, not surprisingly, a non-ficition book about the French people and culture would be all about human nature.

This book was written nearly 100 years ago, so certainly some aspects have changed for both cultures.  Women in the US routinely work alongside men.  My social circle is not limited to other women as would seem to have been the case in America a hundred years ago for married women.  I cannot "partner" with my husband in his work as Wharton describes for the French women -- I am not a rocket scientist --  but I can and have influenced decisions he has made within his career.  So, either the US has "grown up" a bit as a nation and within its culture, or I have been deeply affected by my French maternal grandmother.