Kearth’s Korner

“I’m really not a very patient person.”—When I have to admit something, that is what I might admit. I like things right away, when I want them. When I’m hungry, I want to eat right then. If I’m in line for something, I get antsy waiting. Sometimes extra-extra antsy. I might actually be getting more impatient, day by day. A while ago, Rol said that he noticed I was getting more impatient, day by day. (I knew I got that idea from...

Last night was the fourth in a row that I didn’t sleep well. It’s the birds’ fault. If you noticed, I put the little apostrophe thing at the end of the full word “birds” instead of before the “s” because I’m talking about more than one bird, and it being their fault. I’m sure you noticed. Good for you. Keep up the good work. Back to the birds. They were chirping last night and the night before and so on and so on and so on...

I visited the village blacksmith yesterday. It’s basically that simple. Well…except for the fact that I burned my foot. And my hand. My hand first, and then my foot. And then my other foot. And my other hand. In that order—hand, foot, foot, hand. Not that the order is critically, vitally important to the story, but I thought you might like to know, because it is somewhat tremendously important. I don’t know how it could have happened....

If today I went swimming it would be an interesting time Possibly unfathomable or maybe quite sublime Dipping in a swimming hole would surely cool me off It’d delight me more than sitting in a barrel, pail, or trough  Oh, if I merely splashed around in cool water here and now It would likely be delectable, and I can’t describe just how But if I was somewhere, anywhere near a deep and darkish lake A different approach for fun I’d...

“Something.” Ha!  Actually, what I actually meant to say was that I’ve been thinking lately about a time many summers ago when I was a much younger younger than I am now. I remember it was an uncomfortably hot summer and I spent much of my time walking in streams and creeks and even gullies, trying to stay cool. In the water I looked under rocks for creek creatures (I called them “creektures”) and found quite a few interesting...

I have a job. I work. Can you believe it? I can’t, but it’s true even though nobody would believe it although it really is actually true—believe it or not—whether you want to or not and I know I don’t. Believe it, that is. Well, I certainly do now. How it happened was that I wanted a job. To make money. But, then, I couldn’t find anyone in my town who was willing to hire someone with my incredibly unique and one-of-a-kind skills and...