I bought this phone at a flea market last weekend.
A few days later, as we walked by the desk I told Jim how much I loved it, and that it makes me think that C.S. Lewis could call me on this phone at any minute, and when he does, I'll know him so well I won't mess with calling him Mr. Lewis- I'll just call him Jack.
See, it came out of my mouth before I'd thought about whether or not it should.
And clearly, I shouldn't say such things. Who says things like that? And who wants a mother that says things like that? Even I thought it sounded crazy when I said it out loud.
Jim did the right thing- grinned and gave me a funny look- and moved on.
A C.S. Lewis phone, an FDR radio, Louisa May Alcott when I eat an orange, Abigail Adams when my kids are sick, Harriet Beecher Stowe when my kids are time-consuming, Bernice bobbing her hair when I make crazy decisions, Isobel Kuhn when I use inappropriate hyperbole, Julia Child when I'm taking risks and trying something new, Harry and Dumbledore when I feel like God isn't there, and on.
History and fiction- that's how I make associations in the world. I know it's a little weird.
4 comments:
I do it too!
Who would want to live in a world without all those fun imaginary friends? I KNOW Anne Shirley wouldn't. ;)
Good call- I think of Anne whenever I have to do something nice or say something nice to someone that I DO NOT want to be nice to, especially if they don't deserve it.
(SMILE)
Thanks also for your comment on my blog. Yes, the death of an idea. It's huge and very real (especially for a dreamer like me). If only I had the common sense of Elizabeth Bennett...oh boy, here we go again. hee hee :)
Ha! I love your world, Megan. I think lots of people do it, but in a different way. I've heard people have entire conversations consisting only of lines from movies. Who was that prof that had us read so much Native American stuff and emphasized the power of story? Something with a W...
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