tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post8258801865356691621..comments2023-10-30T08:01:41.566-07:00Comments on The Tao of Poop: Quicker than Our HeartsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-51856145183088751292013-06-29T14:17:54.331-07:002013-06-29T14:17:54.331-07:00We had a hugh grandfather clock in the living room...We had a hugh grandfather clock in the living room and it always gave me the creeps when I was younger. The ticking was unnerving. Now I love the sound. It reminds me of home :) Nice postAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12425063952391813292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-43875669316020467842013-06-28T13:16:59.225-07:002013-06-28T13:16:59.225-07:00I have a clock that doesnt work in our cupboard bu...I have a clock that doesnt work in our cupboard but it reminded me of a grandparent that had passed away and its just comforting to see it from time to time. <br /><br />Thanks for sharing with #PoCoLoJaime Oliverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04569927452507747191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-18476222928832782632013-06-28T08:23:19.348-07:002013-06-28T08:23:19.348-07:00Strange as I'd never thought that we so rarely...Strange as I'd never thought that we so rarely hear a clock ticking these days. How odd! There are bound to be so many things that our children are unfamiliar with in years to come and we will sounds so ancient!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02610843552921892203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-9064204978354554712013-06-28T05:11:45.595-07:002013-06-28T05:11:45.595-07:00I was shocked to discover my child was in second g...I was shocked to discover my child was in second grade and did not know how to tell time on a nondigital clock!!momto8https://www.blogger.com/profile/13964950285763339907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-86220793776245837652013-06-27T21:13:01.659-07:002013-06-27T21:13:01.659-07:00Now I want a clock in the house. My grandfather ha...Now I want a clock in the house. My grandfather had this amazing clock that told time with ball bearings. For every minute a ball bearing would drop and roll along a maze, when five got together those would drop 4 would go back to the beginning and one would drop on another level to count down the time in 5 and so forth and so on. I could spend hours watching those balls drop and roll along the maze.<br /><br />Those hours were some of the few hours that just flew by in childhood. <br /><br />Stopping by on the Harvest of Friends weekend blog hop and following. Feel free to check me out at www.feliciasreddoorlife.comFeliciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01958702304690400127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-23028368879336350002013-06-26T23:14:24.045-07:002013-06-26T23:14:24.045-07:00This is nice! Found your blog through Showing Some...This is nice! Found your blog through Showing Some Love Hump Day and followed your blog! <br />Laura, http://camillaandroman.blogspot.com/MyBright Fireflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10671578485877500583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-32937679884965018432013-06-26T17:22:22.645-07:002013-06-26T17:22:22.645-07:00Such a thoughtful post.
I remember watching the ...Such a thoughtful post. <br /><br />I remember watching the second hand tick by as I counted down to something(end of the school day or a class, usually) and my kids have no idea what that is like.Shellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811697675090627618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-10587434608529395952013-06-24T14:46:28.753-07:002013-06-24T14:46:28.753-07:00Hola Rachel!
I must be from another planet because...Hola Rachel!<br />I must be from another planet because as I read your post, it took me back to when I was a child and would mentally visualize my brain as a clock with the wheels turning and splashes of water cleansing away the oil and dirt...aaah....weird huh? That's why your writing fascinates me, it's like it has magic powers "/<br /><br />~SimplyyMayra <br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-86647774890956775402013-06-24T08:52:31.383-07:002013-06-24T08:52:31.383-07:00Yes, it is strange how keeping track of time has c...Yes, it is strange how keeping track of time has changed. I can't remember the last time I saw a person actually wear a watch. And the lines from that poem are beautiful.<br /><br /><a href="http://heidiswanderings.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Heidi’s Wanderings</a>Heidi's Wanderingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15900416441159651682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-27057393382268629812013-06-23T19:25:42.949-07:002013-06-23T19:25:42.949-07:00How did I miss this post? Beautiful. I'd never...How did I miss this post? Beautiful. I'd never thought of time quite like that. And how it's missing in that specific way for our children. Maybe that's why they need the Sleep Sheep to go to bed... Debra Colehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11582225596359923709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-17548819870919052752013-06-20T21:41:53.917-07:002013-06-20T21:41:53.917-07:00Your writing skills never cease to amaze me. This ...Your writing skills never cease to amaze me. This is really good. I love the faint sound of a ticking clock as well--there IS some comfort found there. Love the analogy to the heartbeat.menopausal mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09058933838070665032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-34201885427669018102013-06-20T13:53:00.009-07:002013-06-20T13:53:00.009-07:00Yup. Everything is becoming less concrete. I don&#...Yup. Everything is becoming less concrete. I don't know if that's necessarily bad. It probably just is, or maybe, good and bad.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-78302287548639189062013-06-20T13:52:09.975-07:002013-06-20T13:52:09.975-07:00Why am I not surprised, Diane? That seems so you! ...Why am I not surprised, Diane? That seems so you! Lovely!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-71836873882511340772013-06-20T13:51:34.227-07:002013-06-20T13:51:34.227-07:00Ha! I love that "personal necessities"! ...Ha! I love that "personal necessities"! They will probably have a chip implanted in their arms!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-74175924856975067072013-06-20T13:51:03.443-07:002013-06-20T13:51:03.443-07:00I can't even imagine what my grandparents woul...I can't even imagine what my grandparents would think of some of this stuff! It all has its uses, of course. We wouldn't want to go back. Well, sometimes.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-47127687278090407402013-06-20T13:50:03.128-07:002013-06-20T13:50:03.128-07:00I agree about the books. The clock...I'm not s...I agree about the books. The clock...I'm not so sure, unfortunately!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-61661358383862251442013-06-20T13:49:38.268-07:002013-06-20T13:49:38.268-07:00I absolutely have those impulses. You are right. I...I absolutely have those impulses. You are right. It's overkill...especially for a blogger!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-39655544693817125462013-06-20T13:49:06.225-07:002013-06-20T13:49:06.225-07:00Lovely, Joyce.Lovely, Joyce.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-34389936007275568902013-06-20T13:48:54.809-07:002013-06-20T13:48:54.809-07:00My watch was Minnie Mouse! I still have it....some...My watch was Minnie Mouse! I still have it....somewhere!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-18787426122848862712013-06-20T13:48:35.458-07:002013-06-20T13:48:35.458-07:00I am a nostalgic person, by nature, so I have a pa...I am a nostalgic person, by nature, so I have a particularly hard time moving forward. I had to be dragged kicking and screaming into Facebook!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-36778747207825355842013-06-20T13:47:46.709-07:002013-06-20T13:47:46.709-07:00Time is so relative, isn't it?Time is so relative, isn't it?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644197778332602406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-70199403829329049952013-06-20T09:36:04.143-07:002013-06-20T09:36:04.143-07:00You know, I hadn't thought of that how a clock...You know, I hadn't thought of that how a clock is becoming a lost art. And what that means for all of us, we are moving so quickly we do not hear the seconds as they tick by.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05615930943939757293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-77428189006803394072013-06-20T06:44:37.449-07:002013-06-20T06:44:37.449-07:00So eloquent! So beautifully said! And I know exact...So eloquent! So beautifully said! And I know exactly what you mean.<br />I love clocks. I have one large beauty, hand-made by my father, that sits atop the bookcase in our living room. It, and the grandfather clock next to it, chime out the quarter hours in (more or less) unison. The grandfather even ticks. It definitely sets the rhythm in our home . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-42121117220147759142013-06-20T06:10:37.316-07:002013-06-20T06:10:37.316-07:00Sometimes, I get frightened by how quickly technol...Sometimes, I get frightened by how quickly technology moves and I wonder what gadgets will be personal "necessities" when my son is my age. So much has changed since I was a child - hearing the tick tock of a clock being one of them. This is - as always - a great post, Rachel. And I love the sound of a horse's clip clop. Maybe even more than a tick tock. Kristi Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08340629559188847788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411498686366661202.post-38130819814203618362013-06-20T03:19:59.757-07:002013-06-20T03:19:59.757-07:00I often wonder that too when I watch my son on the...I often wonder that too when I watch my son on the "clicker box" as my parents call the ipod/tablet.<br />Time evolves so quickly and everything around us does too. Food for thought friend...Kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08050335567456721813noreply@blogger.com