One of my favorite childhood books is Mrs. Piggle Wiggle’s Magic by Betty MacDonald. A chapter in the book is called I-Thought-You-Saiders-Cure. For example, Mrs. Anderson may have said “Hand me that ruler,” but Darsie hears “Bananas are cooler.” Mrs. Burbank says the arithmetic book “is on the table in the hall,” but Lindsay hears it’s “in the stable in a stall.” A mother tells her children to look at the fog rise, and they thought she was talking about the dog’s eyes.
Last week I made two mini faux pas where I rushed through reading online. In one case I misread a tweet on Twitter; in another I misread an email note. On Twitter I caught the misreading right away, and I tried to explain it to the other person, but I’m afraid the humor got lost (He wrote, I have time to write because my daughter is back in school, and I read, I have a hard time writing because my daughter learned to read in school). Hard to explain in 140 characters that at first I misread his tweet in a humorously wrong way. In the email the other person wrote Why should I comment. I read What should I comment. Two different lines! Note to self: slow down. Years ago I misread an email where I thought the person wrote “some idiot” and she had written “some idiot like me.” I should have waited to respond to that one!
Have you ever misread something and had it come back to haunt you?
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Haiti’s devastation due to the earthquake has been so much in the news. When one reads of the earthquake, it is hard not to feel sad and helpless. Sometimes reading about one person, even when the person dies tragically, can provide connection to the terrible news. Sometimes the one person might be a helper, who is doing some rescuing (Baila has information about donating to support the Israeli relief team in Haiti). Then after a while, you just can’t take more of the news, and you want to look at a beautiful flower of spring (Michelle has some information in her left column about donations that might help Haiti as well).
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