tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876579649349842793.post7905892212168155142..comments2023-11-01T04:04:20.969+11:00Comments on eleanorfromthecommentbox: For AliceEleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175077340357907202noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876579649349842793.post-50190809133889491372008-10-09T06:17:00.000+11:002008-10-09T06:17:00.000+11:00How wonderful to arrive at the library and find a ...How wonderful to arrive at the library and find a book laid out specially for me. <BR/><BR/>It seems as though I chose a book which was just right for me - albeit for the most frivolous of reasons.<BR/><BR/>I love the binding and the illustrations and there is a little lesson waiting for me inside. Every time I am tempted to lecture I shall remember his claim 'Extremely diverting and uplifting to read' and be humbled... and every time I am tempted to ostentatious displays of housewares I shall remember that Melchior got there first.<BR/><BR/>Thank you Eleanor - what a lovely treat.alice chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876579649349842793.post-73857832641374987342008-10-08T04:51:00.000+11:002008-10-08T04:51:00.000+11:00Hello Eleanor!Thank you for visiting me!So wonderf...Hello Eleanor!<BR/>Thank you for visiting me!<BR/>So wonderful, beautiful books you show today and also other days...Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828256132458146921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876579649349842793.post-42525239228052785862008-10-07T04:13:00.000+11:002008-10-07T04:13:00.000+11:00Silly Eleanor--everyone knows the cheesecake holid...Silly Eleanor--everyone knows the cheesecake holiday is LB's birthday!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876579649349842793.post-50234515996280933112008-10-06T22:22:00.000+11:002008-10-06T22:22:00.000+11:00You are the perfect recipient of that library.You are the perfect recipient of that library.blackbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05474831322702380602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876579649349842793.post-51483980041683431172008-10-06T22:10:00.001+11:002008-10-06T22:10:00.001+11:00I have never met a more "tillmötesgående" libraria...I have never met a more "tillmötesgående" librarian in my life. You look that up, I'm at work without the necessary utensils. Love.Sömsmånenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06419514556305710849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876579649349842793.post-2306812097473771592008-10-06T22:10:00.000+11:002008-10-06T22:10:00.000+11:00Or she has been spending too much time at Trafo!So...Or she has been spending too much time at Trafo!<BR/><BR/>So you go from the joy of the New Year to the solemnity of Yom Kippur so quickly. I had not realised that.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08578720378832806483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876579649349842793.post-60200610322359260342008-10-06T19:47:00.000+11:002008-10-06T19:47:00.000+11:00Eurolush has been at the cooking sherry again.Eurolush has been at the cooking sherry again.Susehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14837796439737091649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876579649349842793.post-10444794838064462412008-10-06T17:51:00.000+11:002008-10-06T17:51:00.000+11:00In response to your hidden jibe at my expense--'he...In response to your hidden jibe at my expense--'he led a simple life, fictional, but based in fact...'<BR/><BR/>Eleanor--For a moment there, I was really worried you were about to let my little secret out. <BR/><BR/>While sweating profusely, my left eye began twitching. Then I started getting nervous.<BR/><BR/>Here's the thing, Eleanor. <BR/><BR/>Just because I'm a 52 year old, unemployed, overweight, lonely man from Trenton, New Jersey--who happens to live at home with his elderly mother and happens to spend his time collecting tiny angel figurines--doesn't mean I can't hang with the big gals o' blogging.<BR/><BR/>My blog may be "fictional," if that's the term you choose to describe it.<BR/><BR/>Is it "fiction" to tell people I live in Germany, when I've never stepped foot outside my own neighborhood, and haven't left the house in three years? Maybe.<BR/><BR/>Is it "fiction," to tell everyone I'm a 36 year old woman with a family, who goes on lots of walks with her dog, occasionally sews and is obsessed with pastries? Again, maybe.<BR/><BR/>I may not be a "woman." I may not be "36." I may not have "a family." But I DO have a loving rat named Edward, who is free to roam around my room in the basement. He eats the leftovers, off half-eaten plates of food lying scattered around. He sleeps in my bed.<BR/><BR/>He is family to me.<BR/><BR/>While I've never "sewed," I have "made" tiny angels out of tin foil and tissue. <BR/><BR/>I may never have tried a "German pastry." But I've eaten three boxes of cinnamon-powdered doughnuts every day for the last seventeen years. <BR/><BR/>The line between "fact" and "fiction" is always a bit blurry, Eleanor.<BR/><BR/>That's why it's called "entertainment."<BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>PS-I would've read Simplicissimus' blog. But his avatar would've scared me pants off.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com