By: Blonde Two
Last night the Two Blondes had a grown up camp (here is Blonde One pretending that she is not a grown up!). After our grown up walk, we sat on grown up chairs, ate a grown up meal, drank grown up drinks and chatted grown up chatter. I would like to tell you that we went to bed at a grown up and sensible time because we have some more walking today… but we didn’t!
Not surprisingly, for us, the lines between grown up and not grown up are a bit blurred. We both have children who are… but sometimes aren’t grown up (they would probably say the same about their mothers) and we now have friends who once were our students but now are not.
It can sometimes be a very confusing, but very pleasant world!
A hyphen (several of them) would aid coherence here.
But it is supposed to be confusing! Life is confusing. Politics are confusing. Loving your homeland is confusing. Enjoying your national country dancing and folksong is confusing. Supermarkets are confusing. People – hyphen – well, people are just confusing! I’m confused; in fact, I’m confusticated.
I agree! Think how boring life would be if you didn’t have to work for your understanding a little bit.
Two separate posts – one about whisky, the other about navigation. In effect the difference between embracing confusion and abhorring it; the difference between two goals – oblivion and the world set to rights. The problem with confusion is it’s cheap, a drug on the market. Are you quite clear about all this?
As clear as a Dartmoor bog. I believe the trick is in the balance. Take my forthcoming trip to Scotland as an example, confusion on those alien hills would be risky, whisky-fed oblivion in our cottage a medicine to months of hard work. I am looking forward to both!