Greetings fellow adventurer! This is Kearth, and this is my Korner…er…Corner. Actually, I like Korner. Rol mentioned “Rol’s Ritings,” but that doesn’t make any sense at all. Plus, I got here first. More plus, I’m a better riter…er…writer.
This area is all about what I want to say—just me. And sometimes what other people want to talk about. But mostly what I want to say. Unless I invite them to say something, and then I am still in control, because this is my Korner, and that’s the write (ha!) thing to do.
I have so much great information to share that it would take a whole pile of websites to hold it all. That makes sense, doesn’t it? Of course it does. Anyway, enjoy…
“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 someone.) He started talking about patience and had wistful words of wisdom, but I wanted him to quickly get to the...read more
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 and so on…wait, I may have too many “so on”s. Anyway, it has been absolutely dreadful. Not really...read more
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. I was just standing there, talking to the friendly blacksmith about blacksmithy things that I surprisingly...read more
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 very seriously have to take I’d need to find a pile of rocks to toss and try to skim Because the problem is,...read more
“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 ones—and, of course, I put the rocks gently back so as not to disturb them. Some disturbed me slightly by...read more
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 talents that I have that nobody else has and that are only mine and not anyone else’s if I (they) do say so...read more
Really. Tell me. I’m curious. It’s not a joke. I’m wondering what you know. Actually, I’m wondering what you know that I don’t. Here’s why: I don’t know why. If I did then I would know what I don’t know and that is at least partially impossible, if not completely, and I know why. I couldn’t possibly know what you know if what you know is something I don’t know because by you knowing what I don’t it is unknown to me and possibly even unknowable by me which means that what you know and I don’t is more than just what I don’t know, it is...read more
I think that’s right. Isn’t it? Now, you may disagree and think that from your perspective you’re “here” and I’m “there” although that doesn’t sound right. No, it doesn’t. Not at all. How can I possibly be there and not here? I’m always here. Aren’t I? I think so. I know so. I mean, I think so. It reminds me of a story. Once upon a time… Well…actually…I forget the rest, but it was a good story. It’s about something that made it clear that I was right in my earlier statement which was something about something, and I’m sure I...read more
I realized today that never certainly is a long time. So is always. I was waiting in line at the market to get my lunch because for some reason I forgot to carry with me a peanut butter and sardine tail sandwich that I eat practically every day, and twice on some days, incidentally. I was just standing there, waiting and waiting to be waited on, and I saw and heard a family in front of me. Mostly heard. They were waiting, too, and not as patiently and civilizedently as me, I might add. Yes, I just decided, I will add. Well, I don’t need to...read more
Isn’t it interesting how things are? I mean really interesting. For example, words and phrases. And questions. Don’t forget about questions. In fact, questions may be the most interesting of all. For example, I was frustrating someone yesterday. Really, really frustrating them. I mean, a good, old-fashioned, I-want-to-snap-a-large-shade-tree-in-half-with-my-bare-hands, sincere frustration. And it wasn’t my fault at all. And I kept telling the frustrated one that, but it just frustrated that person all the more. And no words were coming out....read more