I just hate to wear shoes when it isn't necessary, and it isn't necessary to step out and grab the Sunday paper.This picture reminds me of a story one of my psych professors at Berkeley told, which he claimed had happened while he was a student. Their professor had been explaining to them that it doesn't matter what a pregnant woman looks at, it will not affect her baby. At which point one of the students announced that when his mother was pregnant with his younger brother, she had been frightened by a bear lunging at her in the zoo, reaching through the bars of the cage trying to grab her with his paw and when his brother was born, he had bare feet. To which the professor responded, "Nonsense! You know that's imposs. . . oh."
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5 comments:
Oh dear...
I just found your blog today and you sound like a pretty interesting person. You were 51 when you moved to Alaska! That takes guts.
My husband and I have decided to split up, I'm 44, and I feel scared. I don't know what the future will be like. I guess that's true, no matter what, but I'll be alone and that's different. I'm sad. I don't know you but sadness is just oozing out of me and I haven't told my friends or family yet that we're splitting up and I have to tell somebody.
You sounded like a strong woman and I want to be like that, I am sometimes but it's nice to know that there are women like you out there. Being role models and mentors for the rest of us who are trying to find our way.
I love this picture. Great story!
That is so funny "bare feet"
I remember going barefoot all summer as a child. How my feet stood the hot pavement of the sidewalks and all the sticks and stones lying around, I don't know, but it was the highlight of the year when warm weather came and the shoes came off
Sounds like the professor was a little slow on the uptake. Wonder what course he was teaching?
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