Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s Comments (group member since Sep 20, 2013)

Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s comments from the Net Work Book Club group.

I've read a couple of children's books I didn't like but they were written in the last 10 years or so, when cartoons suddenly became jokes for adults and sarcasm replaced humour.

Let the church say a-men!! ;) A lot of my quilts are gifts too, with this small apartment where would I put them all!

I am a bit sad today. I have two friends, mum and daughter (who just had her first baby yesterday). They both claim to be great readers, and mum in particular spends crazy money (seriously crazy) on books. Sadly I have realised that they don't know that buying books is not reading them. They are the type of person who belongs to one of those book of the month clubs that force you to buy three books a month or whatever, in hardback, and they put them there and pick them up now and then and page through them, or read a couple of chapters, but they are "too busy to read much."

No dear. A true bookworm makes time to read. They are sooo shocked because I don't know all the current TV tropes and catchphrases. That's because I'd much rather read than stare at the fodder Spanish TV puts out.

They're not readers, they're aspirationists. They only buy hardbacks, preferably of what they consider fashionable authors. Talk to them about a book and they'll say, "Oh I have that. " Have you read it? "No, not yet...but..."
I lent a couple of dearly-loved books to the daughter, thinking she would read them. She lent me one, which I read inside a week and returned to her. I did get my books back, but it took months. When I asked her what she thought of them, she said, "Oh, that book should be savoured slowly." For both of them. Which, being interpreted, is that she read a few pages and lost interest.
Sigh.

I'm dumb. I just realised that what America calls the French Open, continental Europe calls the Roland-Garros tournament!

Sittin' there with her lunch: sandwiches on French bread with French mustard, and French vanilla icecream!

My dad, b. 1920, used to say "Get for gone!" Now I know where it came from.

Have I mentioned that reading in a printed book the pseudoword "judgy" instead of the real word "judgemental" makes my teeth itch?
It does.

I can put up with it in stupid celebrity memoirs, I guess...but reading it in a children's book, and not even used in conversation but in a descriptive passage, makes me mad. WHERE are all the editors and proofreaders?

No wonder Johnny can't read.

I gotta share this one!!
I saw a beautiful "crumb quilt" of flowers appliquéd to a black background and fell in love with it. Went through unbelievable stuff to get the plain black cotton--one of my students from almost the next province, had to get it for me in her hometown!

Another student who's an engineer (age 21) says I will have more than enough fabric, we sat and did calculations one day. (I have been known to count on my fingers, forget fractions and long division! LOL) You should have heard the conversation. I chuckle every time I remember the look on his face.

When I showed him the Youtube video of the quilt I want to make
he sat there for a moment, thinking hard. Then he said, "Why not just sew two lengths of the fabric together along the selvedge? Then you'd have plenty!" I said no, you make the squares and then sew them together on point. Which is why calculations--will I have enough fabric for side triangles to fill in the gaps?

More thinking on his part. I could almost hear the gears.
"So...what you're going to do...you're going to take this big piece of fabric, and cut it into smaller pieces."
"Yes, that's right. About 30 cm (12-inch) squares."
"And then...you're going to sew them all together again, into one big piece."
"That's right."
Total astonishment. "WHY??"
It's a hobby.

I suppose it makes about as much sense as spending huge money to restore a vintage sports car so it will work like new, but that you will never drive around because you plowed so much money into it.
It's a hobby.
He said, "Yeah but that (restoring a car) is different!"
It sure is--it's a lot more expensive, for one thing.
I love folks.

"I was thinking about what you said earlier, and..."
I like it when people pay enough attention when I speak to think about it later. Most people around me don't even let me get a full sentence out (sometimes just a word or two!) before they're talking over me and telling me they know more and better.

Cuddly. Sounds like what it is.
And yes, Friend is a good word.

A quote from I Used to Say My Mother Was Shirley Bassey: "Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, it's probably s****."

If only I'd known this in college, it would have saved me some time and some greif.

One of my favourite phrases I haven't heard or used for years leapt out of my mouth not long ago:

"It ain't no trouble when you pack double." Meaning that there are a lot of hard things you can do for someone you love and they're not hard. Or that the support of someone you love makes your hard tasks easier.

So you're gonna leave us for Tennis, eh?
Okay for you.
How long does this pat-ball competition go on? A week?

Tea is comfort in a cup.

Oh, you mean the SBDs, Groovy...Silent But Deadly!

This isn't a joke but it does amuse me. Back home, when he farted aloud, my brother's best friend would say, "A spider barked!"
Here in Spain young men will often exclaim, "Someone stepped on a duck!"

Now, now, don't let's jump the shark, gang...

True, and being chubby or not simply isn't an issue.

Gee MrB, what are you, unfire-able? Who do you know?

People who write "disorientated" for "disoriented." The root word is "to orient", not "to orientate." Always has been.

Me too. Twice in the past four days, in my own neighbourhood, I have become totally disoriented and had to come back to the apartment and start over. I knew where I wanted to go (the fish shop or the fruit shop or whatever), knew it was right around near, but could not find it to save my life.