Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Ms. Bluejay and Mr. Bluejay castigated me on my childrearing.

If I had strokes, like yours, not that I don't; I certainly wouldn't have let my young run around with anything but a racquet in their hands. How do you expect them to fly, if you don't show them how to swing? You have shoulder sockets, like a bird, but your mind is intensely human and inane, I am sorry to say. I had no retort for the 2 of them. I knew that they were right.
Bird, mustn't leave the nest without having flapped their wings a certain number of times and their mother counts. I would be just ready to leave the nest, having served my shoulder 1000000 times. They start from birth and I didn't start till 14. I am not raising them to be bluejays, I told the two, in their polywollydoodle mood. Well, you should have. They huffed, as they flew away.
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