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…
Is it Weird to Want a Beard?
I’ve decided that I’m going to grow a beard. Some day. I’m young enough that I don’t think I could grow one now if I tried. It’s not that I’m not trying, because I’m not doing anything about a beard one way or the other at this point, but I decided today that a beard would suit me. At least I think so. I’ve never had one. It’s hard to tell what it would be like…or look like…or feel like. I’d probably look older. Possibly younger. But I bet I would like it. I’m sure I would. Yes, I’ve decided that I’m going to grow a beard. Some day....
read moreSnails Can Sleep For Three Years
I heard from someone the other day that snails can sleep for three years. That’s three YEARS. Not three days. Not three weeks or months. Three YEARS. YEARS. I doubted that person and decided to see for myself, so I followed a snail. Now, here’s the thing—Where does a snail sleep? It carries its house on its back, right? I don’t know if that is true, but I heard it from someone the other day. I doubted that person and decided to see for myself, so I snuck up on the snail I was following to check. Here’s another thing—snails are slow. Painfully...
read moreWhat I Saw
I saw something quite nice the other day. Something that made me stop and smile. What I saw was not a treasure, although it was probably treasured by at least one of the people involved, if not both. What I saw was not something you could hold in your hands, although it involved holding hands. What I saw was not even an object, although it had an objective. What I saw was someone going out of their way to help someone else. A small younger that I know in the village was walking with his grandmother, hand-in-hand, enjoying their moment in that...
read moreThe End of a Year
Most of the time, I don’t like when something comes to an end—an adventure, a good meal, a day celebrating turning another season older with presents and cake and celebration and friends and cake and presents and cake. But when it comes time for the year to end, I always say, “Good riddance, old year.” Well…starting now. It can be good for a year to come to an end. That means it is time for a new year to start. That can mean new adventures, more good meals, more presents and friends and cake. And cake. I like new years because they make me...
read moreKitty-corner
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 moreHilarious Water
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“Gardyloo!”
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 moreA Good Idea…Really
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 moreA Good Idea
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 moreCandy, a Poem
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...
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