tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post2949215948909754688..comments2024-03-19T08:07:09.177+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: In which thinking makes me tiredTania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-12627488164192758662012-07-25T18:18:59.369+01:002012-07-25T18:18:59.369+01:00I've done both kinds of jobs, and I can vouch ...I've done both kinds of jobs, and I can vouch for the fact that the thinking/desk-sitting type are so much more exhausting. <br /><br />Your grass pictures are gorgeous, especially the last. Oh and I love the new background picture of your lavender.Nancy Lettshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07181780512702116532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-15087415845516696052012-07-24T21:53:45.571+01:002012-07-24T21:53:45.571+01:00Deranged old bird territory . . . bliss. Most of ...Deranged old bird territory . . . bliss. Most of the time, just the best place to be. Love the image of the worming tablet and hoof pick in the red patent bag, LOL. <br /><br />And yes, this blog made dead-on, perfect sense.<br /><br />BirdAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-23855526569144486762012-07-24T18:51:36.239+01:002012-07-24T18:51:36.239+01:00Yes, yes, ohyesohyesohyes, YESSSSS!
Thinking make...Yes, yes, ohyesohyesohyes, YESSSSS!<br /><br />Thinking makes me tired too. Bone-tired, syllable-shaving, word overload, only-fit-for-watching-snooker-balls-ping-around-on-TV tired. I hate to admit it – it makes me feel like a wimp.<br /><br />(Sorry I don't have anything more profound to say.)<br /><br />Imogene xxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-50776442754123255012012-07-24T18:47:42.202+01:002012-07-24T18:47:42.202+01:00“And so we fell into that kind of banter that you ...“And so we fell into that kind of banter that you can only do with a stranger who shares your cultural markers” - that’s it! I never realized that it is cultural markers that help me ‘click' with people I meet in person or through my blog, Latelife Musings. I’ve made a new, dear friend – I’m in the U.S. and she’s in Canada – and it’s the cultural markers that helped us take to each other in an instant. <br />I enjoy your own musings every day. You may think your readers don’t care to know about the low points in your life, but low or high – and Oh, how I did enjoy your Ascot reports! - your deft articulation of your thoughts make you all the more real and dear to us. <br />I’ve only one hands-on connection with a horse, and little knowledge of them, though my Dad was a great racing fan. I look forward to and learn from each day’s report of your time with Red and the pony - and to the pictures of them and The Pigeon and their surroundings. You pictures are wonderful.Laura Lee Johnstonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06190102983722505944noreply@blogger.com