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Friday Poem – Arithmetic

A slightly weird, but geeky poem about Maths by the American poet, writer and editor Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) – and as a maths geek, what can I say I love it

Arithmetic

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
head.
Arithmetic tells you how many you lose or win if you know how
many you had before you lost or won.
Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven — or five
six bundle of sticks.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand
to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and
you can look out of the window and see the blue sky — or the
answer is wrong and you have to start all over and try again
and see how it comes out this time.
If you take a number and double it and double it again and then
double it a few more times, the number gets bigger and bigger
and goes higher and higher and only arithmetic can tell you
what the number is when you decide to quit doubling.
Arithmetic is where you have to multiply — and you carry the
multiplication table in your head and hope you won’t lose it.
If you have two animal crackers, one good and one bad, and you
eat one and a striped zebra with streaks all over him eats the
other, how many animal crackers will you have if somebody
offers you five six seven and you say No no no and you say
Nay nay nay and you say Nix nix nix?
If you ask your mother for one fried egg for breakfast and she
gives you two fried eggs and you eat both of them, who is
better in arithmetic, you or your mother?

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What do you do when you’re stuck?

In any aspect of your life.

Do you take the stiff upper lip approach and carry on regardless?

Do you ask for help?

Or do you do nothing and wait for the answer to come?

I suspect most of us would take the first approach – after all if we carry on regardless we don’t come across as weak and a failure for saying we are in need of help.

I also suspect that most people would think doing nothing is like being the ostrich who buries its head in the sand when panicked.

But sometimes, just sometimes doing nothing is the best thing to do.

I’ve been in a quandary for weeks now regarding the direction my life (career-wise) needs to go. My heart wants to go one way, my head another. I even wrote down a list of what I was good at to try to define a perfect job – but it seems I am a typical Gemini, split personality as there are two distinct sides to my ‘talents’ and no one perfect job could ever fit them.

Still, I’ve been major-league stressing about it all, and someone told me to look out for signs that would tell me what to do.

And sitting in church on Sunday the vicar was going on about being stuck and what to do about moving on, when the sign came to me, the light bulb flashed on when she said “go where your ideas will flourish”.

I now know that I should go with my heart, and at least try what I want to do, but in an area which isn’t so heavily populated with the same kind of work.

So sometimes the answers do just come to you if you do nothing 😉

(now would someone mind please telling my headache that!)

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Out of the Mouthes of Babes – Easter

“Why is it called Good Friday?”, asked SC this morning whilst he was eating his breakfast.easter

“I don’t know darling,” I answered, “It doesn’t seem a Good Friday really, seeing as it’s the day Jesus was killed!”

“But, mummy,” he replied, “Jesus was happy to die, because he died for us.”

“Yes, but why did he die for us?” I asked.

A moment’s silence.

“I don’t know mummy.”

“I’ve got a good idea,” said I, “why don’t you ask your school teacher why it’s called Good Friday, and whilst you’re at it, ask her why it’s called Easter!”

Time passes, and SC is sitting in the bath.

“I know why it’s called Good Friday mummy,” he says, “it’s because that’s what they decided to call it!”

“I see, and is that what your teacher told you?”

“Yes, mummy.”

So, a not really helpful answer from the faith school (I could have come up with that one myself), and my question still remains unanswered.

Why is it called Good Friday and why is this period called Easter?

And whilst we’re at it, why do we say Happy Easter?

Answers gratefully received.

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Where do you do your best thinking?

Not only do I love a hot, steamy shower, but I find it’s where I do my best thinking.

Not only does the shower (especially a super power-shower) pummel and wash away all the stress of the day but my brain cells get a good workout at the same time.

Not just “Eureka!” moments, when I think of a nifty way to solve a problem, but all kinds of things, like conversations I should have had, questions I’d like to know the answers to, dreams that I wish would happen or even just giving myself a darn good talking to for being so stupid!

You know, stuff like:

Why do I let stuff get to me? (Imaginary conversation replies with “don’t be such a wally and don’t even worry about anything!)

Why do people lack common sense these days? Life is not difficult if you apply common sense! (Imaginary conversation suggests not to worry)

What can I do to improve my business prospects? (The Imaginary Conversation Board (me, myself and I) are still in conference about this – they will report back with a 5000 page analysis eventually!)

How can I make more money? (I’m sure everyone has this thought going round their heads – again imaginary conversation is brainstorming as we speak and will get back to me with suitably crazy schemes in due course)

How would I spend a win on the lottery? (don’t get me started on my conspiracy theory on this one – imaginary conversation dreams of a cottage by the sea, a garden with a big tree and a thinking bench underneath, a VW Camper Van with surfboards strapped to the top, sunshine, etc., etc., etc.)

Where should I go on holiday? (Imaginary conversation conjures up road trips, exotic rail journeys, space camp, surf school, sunshine and far away places)

How can anyone charge over £300 for a very simple sundress that quite frankly probably only took half a day to knock up? I’m in the wrong business and shall find my sewing machine to start practising forthwith! (Imaginary conversation reminds me that I’m not the best seamstress in the world, but it’s sure even I could knock up a sundress!)

Lists – I go over things I need to do, things I’d love to do, all the time. They never get done. (Imaginary conversation starts list, then laughs, tries to start again and reminds me I already have lists upon lists that are growing longer!)

I spend a lot of time in the shower, just thinking about this and that and having imaginary conversations!

But I do get out of the shower thoroughly refreshed, rejuvenated and looking at things in a more positive frame of mind

Does this make me quirky?

Where do you do your best thinking?

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