meta. metaphor.

We very often have trouble in this house because my brain works on the right and Mari's on the left.  We do not communicate well.  What I have found in the last three or four years is that drawing works great.  It is like a million words.

 

 

As such, I illustrated Becky's  preschool-dropoff story today while passing the information along.  I am not sure if I got it right, but I got it across, and that is all that matters.  He & I were already talking about driving and regional expectations and I said, "Omgz!  Listen to this!"  Then I started drawing the layout.  "Where does she live?"  And I told him & he said, "Oh, that's a bad town for driving."  Yes! 

We are about to watch I Love You, Man while I knit away at a scarf.  Mari had never heard of the movie, and I was hemming & hawing, thinking of drawing a little picture, and then I said, "Well, Paul Rudd is in it."  He wanted to know why I did not start with that nugget.  

Anyhow.  Saturday night! 

Comments

[becky]

Saturday night indeed! You totally nailed the drawing, I love it.

And omfg Mari is so right. Please don't get me started on what a bad town for driving this is. If you would like to lose your mind, please be with a group of Georgians who are trying to merge from two lanes into one.

[curious]

Ha ha, I read that piece and love that drawing though I had to "force" myself mentally on to (your) correct side of the road for it to make sense.

[Tracy]

Oh, I see! When I read that [Becky's] post I kind of let the traffic descriptions roll over me - the way I do when you talk knitty/baseball - and just accepted the obvious horror of it. I don't even drive so what do I know?
(Also, I only learnt from Curious recently that the inside lane isn't the inside lane everywhere!)