A “Tink” or Two

These are neither the best nor worst of times in human history, but they are deeply troubling times.

Wish I could be more like the woman in Proverbs 31, “She is clothed with strength and dignity and she laughs with no fear of the future.’ (v. 25 NLT)

Even my wardrobe suffers.   Marshalls hasn’t quite caught onto “strength and dignity” in its clothing lines.

Spent part of a day tending time last week.

Resetting clocks used up part of the hour I’d gained.

My phone already knew the correct time.  No matter where I go, it knows.

Sometimes I feel like it’s following me.

Reminds me of one of my favorite Ole and Sven stories.

Jud rolled his eyes whenever I relayed another one.  They’re designed to keep either Swedes or Norwegians aware of their limited intelligence.

I’ll take the brunt this time.

Ole: “Vat do you tink is da smartest invention in da vorld, Sven?”

Sven: “It is fire.”

Ole: “No, I don’t tink so.”

Sven: “Den, it is da veel.” (wheel, for those who don’t speak Scandihoovian.)

Ole: “No, dat is not vat I tink.”

Sven: “Vell, vat is it?”

Ole:  “I tink it is da termus bottle.” (thermos)

Sven: “Vhy vould you say dat?”

Ole: “Vell, you put cold tings in it and dey stay cold.  You put hot tings in it and dey stay hot. How do it know?!”

That’s how I feel about my phone.

“How do it know?!”

But then, I’m half Norwegian.

My other half’s Danish.

But then, I’ve never taken one of those ancestry DNA tests.

Supposedly, all you have to do is something like spit on a swab and send it in, which begs the question:

“How do it know?”

“Tink” about it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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