Lines affect me in different ways. Sometimes they're bores.
But other times, they're highly amusing. The ones that amuse me the most are the ones other folks try to "tow."
You know...they write that they had to "tow the line" and I get grand images of a huge line of something (you know, people, tires, Corinthian columns, Calistoga wagons, etc.) all linked together by some sort of harness and one plucky individual doing his or her darnedest to "tow that line" effectively.
Invariably, though, my images are dashed to pieces when I realize they ultimately meant they were "toeing a line" -- in other words, disciplining themselves against something that would otherwise rule their lives rather than them having control.
If Johnny Cash could "walk the line," wouldn't you think someone somewhere could "tow" a line?
Well, I have to toe the line today. I've got STUFF to get done. First, I have to drink some coffee. Then I have to cajole and stroke and pet and coo my cat all the way to the kennel. THEN I can start getting other petty stuff done.
That doesn't include packing which I'm anticipating with gusto. I long to start laying things out right now, but cats being the fickle and vengeful/spiteful creatures they can be, I dare not risk laying anything out right now. No, I must bide my time, sip my coffee and get ready to make extraordinary efforts to get my kitty to the kennel.
(I personally cannot wait until BK's true love presents him with three French hens. Are those hens going to give him
l'attitude or what?)
