Friday, September 2, 2022

hand me a pencil...

 Today is National Doodle Day.  Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the goat on the roof, but I want to re-hear the whole story about it at the reunion before I write about it.  In the meantime, about doodling.  I have always loved to doodle.  Sometimes little pictures, sometimes swirls and scribbles, sometimes little 3D boxes.  As a matter of fact, when I took a mental acuity test last year, one challenge was drawing a 3D transparent cube.  I drew that picture with no problem.  My doctor was quite impressed.  He said a lot of people can't do that.  I was a little surprised since I've been doing it for years.  So many years, in fact, that I got in big trouble for it in eighth grade.  Not just boxes, all kinds of doodles.  In eighth grade, in Lutheran school, we were getting ready for Confirmation which means we spent a great deal of time studying Luther's Small Catechism. We students listened, in varying states of inattentiveness, while our teacher (who I really did like very much) went on and on explaining what every line of every question and answer meant.  Our ultimate goal was to memorize the entire book before Confirmation so we could sit in front of the congregation on Palm Sunday and answer all the questions.  But one day in class, my teacher happened to glance down at my book and realized that I was doodling as I listened, and that, in fact, I had doodled in all of the margins on many many pages of that little book as we reviewed it.  I didn't understand what the fuss was about.  After all, I owned the book.  It was my own personal copy, but you would have thought I had desecrated the Bible.  I'm pretty sure that's the word he used.  By the way, I do not doodle in my Bible, but I have learned, over the years, that it is ok (lightening will not strike) to underline, and even highlight things in a Bible.  But I didn't try it in 1958. I'm sure you understand. 

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