July 20, 2009

The Times They Are A-Changin' *

As Hubby and I were cleaning out the garden barn, our eleven-year-old joined us and mostly sat on the lawn mower and watched. At that age, children are too cool to do anything in the barn. To her credit, though, she is a very helpful girl and assists willingly in the slightly less earthy areas of life around the house.

We had transported an old desk to the farm to put in the barn as a work table for me. We put a pallet on the dirt floor, put the desk on it, and happened to place a chair nearby. Our daughter asked Dad what Mom was going to be doing in here. He turned to her and jokingly replied that Mom could sit and write at the desk. Our girl pondered this image for a moment, a bit confused as to how one would write without a computer, and, after arriving at an idea that translated into her vernacular, in all seriousness, said, "Oh, you mean old-fashioned blogging!"

Of course, that's what he meant.



*Song title courtesy of Bob Dylan, who is even older than I am.

2 comments:

  1. bon jour, madame Liz (is that ok?)

    work table for what? are you writing a great-american? awesome. Don't write about the essence of wheat- Proustian style :), then call it 'unfinished', to give it a sense of gravitas; I may do that.

    bonne chance

    PS
    unsolicited: The Year of Magical Thinkng by Didion. good writing.

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  2. Thanks, again, Warren, for your comment. The only great-American I may be writing will be, alas, on the computer. It's just so much easier than actually taking pen to paper!

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