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 learn something new every day. I take that back. I’m not sure I learned anything at all last week. I sleep a lot, and that may explain it—oh, and I had a bad sneezing and itching attack for a couple of days last week—but otherwise, I actually do learn something new every day. Mostly. Today I learned that what I thought was a quite-commonly-used-word-or-actually-a-word-with-a-dash-in-it is different to some people than to others. And I was quite surprised. Flummoxed, even. The word is “kitty-corner” and I’m genuinely more than frustrated by...read more
I had a hilarious thought the other day. Really hilarious. It was about water. I know…you must be thinking that who cares about water and water you doing thinking about water anyway. Wait. I gave away the punchline. See, it was set up as a good joke where I say that I’m thinking, and someone says… Wait. No. I mention the word “water” and someone says, “oh” and then I say… No, that’s not it. I see someone and I ask how they are doing and they say… Still not right. OK, I think I have it now. I see someone in the village and they are carrying a...read more
I visited a small town the other day, which is quite boring in and of itself, until you hear the rest of the story. As I was walking between buildings down the main road, I heard someone above me yell, “Gardyloo!” I looked up just in time to see a large glob of liquid mess heading my way, tossed out a window from a wooden bucket held by a woman who either didn’t see me and was slinging slop accidentally toward me, or did recognize me, and was aiming for me with the day’s juicy rejects on purpose. I find that I generally don’t know whether...read more
I’m back! Ha ha! Here I am again, and this time I remember my good—no, fantastic—idea. Here it is…Are you ready? OK, here it is… You’re not ready. No, you’re not. I can tell. You’re not ready to receive my amazingly fantastic idea in the way that you should—good and proper-like. You’re not. I can wait. . . . No, I can’t. Here it is, my good idea… I call it Baby-Sitting. (I hate to give away the ending so soon but I already built up enough suspenders and I figured that you’ve waited long enough already.) Here’s how it works: A nice person in...read more
I had such a good idea the other day. In fact, it was more than a good idea. Much more. It was a fantastic idea. Now, though, I forget what it was. I remember wanting to write it on the back of my hand with a soft rock—you know, the crumbly kind that breaks apart but lasts long enough for you to write a note on your hand and possibly onto your arm, until about the elbow part, and the note stays until you wash it off, which for me could be a matter of weeks—but I couldn’t find one. Grass isn’t a good substitute. Same with a poison ivy leaf. I...read more
I like candy. Oh yes, I like candy. I don’t at all like toothaches, so my candy intake is almost always quite reasonable for someone of my age and general weight, measured by a weighing device that I keep handy. Indeed, I like candy. My favorite type of candy is any type of candy. I like it all, from sweetness amounts low to high. Candy. Sigh. But, here’s the thing…I want to keep most of my teeth. So, I brush them when I have a brush, or maybe even a leaf. That describes me and maybe you, too. I like candy. Oh yes, I like candy. I certainly...read more
I realized something the other day. I actually realized it when a couple of my friends told me about it, but it still counts. Here’s it is—I have my head down a lot and don’t look people in the eyes much when I talk to them. This probably sounds like it is all about me, me, me. But it could also be about you, you, you. Let me explain… Do you have your head down a lot when you walk around? Is it really because you find things on the ground, or is that just an excuse? I’ve found coins on the ground in the past because I happened to be looking...read more
I want to share a few comments about ropes and knots that I learned from Anthon the Adventure Seeker before I went on my long journey. If you are going on an adventure, I suggest that you take at least 50 feet of rope. You can certainly take more, especially if you expect to be rock climbing, but for most situations, 50 feet will be fine. Ideally, the rope will be strong enough to hold your own weight, plus a little more, allowing also for the weight of your pack. Always remember that the longer and thicker the rope, the heavier it will be to...read more
Did you ever notice that how you look at something depends on how you look at it? Think about it for a moment. OK, think about it for another moment, or a couple of moments—that was too quick. Really, go ahead. Think away. Done thinking? Well, I’m not. Because what I said may be easy to understand for some of you, but not for some of me, and I was the one who asked the question. I thought about it a lot the other day and I get it, but I don’t really get it. Get it? Here’s how it works: How you look at something today can be and almost always...read more
One day, Rol had a question for Master DaTerrin. They walked over to a merchant’s shop in the village and Rol directed his uncle’s attention to one outside wall, up near the roof. “I saw this the other day,” said Rol, pointing to a spider’s web, “and it made me pause and think—If I was the owner of the shop and I decided to clean around the outside of the building, would it be acceptable to knock down the spider’s web? That decision would be made knowing that the spider put much effort into building that web, and if I destroyed it, the spider...read more