tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post113926066757196709..comments2024-03-21T03:35:20.539-04:00Comments on writing as jo(e): Crowding the tablejo(e)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139545734995224522006-02-09T23:28:00.000-05:002006-02-09T23:28:00.000-05:00I would love to hang out with your family; I'll be...I would love to hang out with your family; I'll bet the woman enjoyed the great people-watching at the picnic table that day.purple_kangaroohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02543172194041505144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139456814874210592006-02-08T22:46:00.000-05:002006-02-08T22:46:00.000-05:00I vote YES...she saw it. And she loved what she g...I vote YES...she saw it. And she loved what she got to silently witness.Princess of Everything (and then some)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15389182962616830610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139432008767023092006-02-08T15:53:00.000-05:002006-02-08T15:53:00.000-05:00I would LOVE that gang of kids!I would LOVE that gang of kids!Yankee, Transferredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06627693160131161133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139421664527758912006-02-08T13:01:00.000-05:002006-02-08T13:01:00.000-05:00I could "see" the gang as if I were there, puffing...I could "see" the gang as if I were there, puffing out clouds of warm breath in the chilly air along with the rest. I think I may know some of them...in a way. <BR/>;-)Dorcas (aka SingingOwl)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15626748280614018533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139351423069849272006-02-07T17:30:00.000-05:002006-02-07T17:30:00.000-05:00I'm with psycho kitty. I keep hoping you'll decid...I'm with psycho kitty. I keep hoping you'll decide you need an extra from Boston and I can join in ; )halloweenloverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05226515861332754382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139333504303195532006-02-07T12:31:00.000-05:002006-02-07T12:31:00.000-05:00It is funny how much I love your family, and I've ...It is funny how much I love your family, and I've never even met any of you. <BR/>And can you find me some nuns?Psycho Kittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05633634991906191853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139319583080102822006-02-07T08:39:00.000-05:002006-02-07T08:39:00.000-05:00That happens to me too. I'm sitting at table and ...That happens to me too. I'm sitting at table and a mother with a sack and lots of kids will approach and ask if I mind and I smile and say go ahead and then she gets things organized and off they go to play on the various things at the park. I also get this at the library. Mothers walk in, find a book, sit the child down, and look at me as if I am going to say, no don't leave that monster here, but they don't go far, and the kids are usually use to academic parents who are there to search for books. So, from one end of the aisle to the other the mother or father roams and the child sits there thumbing through books or watching me. I try not to engage the child because that might ruin the no talking while I do research thing. Anyway, it never annoys me, I just continue what I was doing. I'm sure the woman was finished and moved on to do other things. Although, she might have thought they may go out and bring more, Yikes, I'm splitting. Doubtful but maybe.zelda1https://www.blogger.com/profile/04212809913449846878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139304335320445552006-02-07T04:25:00.000-05:002006-02-07T04:25:00.000-05:00I love your family.I love your family.Terminal Degreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16523014953046778630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139295762798528862006-02-07T02:02:00.000-05:002006-02-07T02:02:00.000-05:00If only we all had thought bubbles, huh?Except me,...If only we all had thought bubbles, huh?<BR/><BR/>Except me, of course. Y'all don't even want to know!DeAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06419786015537968844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139276026538648152006-02-06T20:33:00.000-05:002006-02-06T20:33:00.000-05:00You have such a lovely family + lovely extras. I...You have such a lovely family + lovely extras. I'm sure she was thinking exactly that.lostinthemiddlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12302101275686045844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139267654365285682006-02-06T18:14:00.000-05:002006-02-06T18:14:00.000-05:00I get this all the time at the place where I study...I get this all the time at the place where I study the most - big groups, usually with small children, all of a sudden flock to the table next to the girl with the laptop and the stack of books. <BR/><BR/>I like it, though. I think I give the same kind of quiet smile to the parents so they know I'm not bothered and go back to what I'm doing. Sometimes the small children offer me a cookie :). <BR/><BR/>Groups of teenagers do differ from each other so much, though. The noise and the styles of dress are so easy to see through (at least for me) in the ways you describe. What I can't stand are groups of people that are gossiping loudly (in a mean way), or just not getting along. I don't mind noise but hate bad vibes. It sounds like your gang has great vibes.negativecapabilityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08014108944008633157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1139261746889252542006-02-06T16:35:00.000-05:002006-02-06T16:35:00.000-05:00I am glad that she smiled. :)I am glad that she smiled. :)Ranahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11041247235612040796noreply@blogger.com