tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606731675776472934.post8907447192946457306..comments2023-10-23T13:48:04.341-05:00Comments on kind of . . .: visualizing time . . .bonnie lenore kyburzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856781539848156298noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606731675776472934.post-30171269958622276132007-10-24T10:34:00.000-05:002007-10-24T10:34:00.000-05:00and the gloves were so *tiny* (our mothers' gloves...and the gloves were so *tiny* (our mothers' gloves), right?<BR/><BR/>i love fingerless gloves. not too practical for really wintry days, but i love them just the same.<BR/><BR/>when i do Sundance, i can't afford to be really dressy, but i always wear a crazy looking pair of fingerless gloves (w/ that foldover "flap" that you can use to cover fingertips) that i got locally. they make the look :)<bonnie lenore kyburzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04856781539848156298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2606731675776472934.post-87840995193307120812007-10-23T22:02:00.000-05:002007-10-23T22:02:00.000-05:00TP as time . . .Yeah, in this house, we could defi...TP as time . . .Yeah, in this house, we could definitely measure it in rolls, but they'd never, ever manage to hang onto their "hotel point" for long.<BR/><BR/>When I think of time, I think of going through my mother's jewelry box and looking at all of her old wrist watches--the wind-up sort. She had a fairly large collection of non-working watches. I also think of this travel alarm clock she Kafkazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08948133705958097897noreply@blogger.com