Perhaps you think I jump about from topic to topic too much, instead of staying with just one category. I do. I like variety. So we go from memories to food, health issues, ways to trim expenses a bit, to my day’s activities; in today’s parlance, whatever. Besides, if I stayed with just one category, I would have too many blogs for me to manage. I want it to be fun, not a chore. If you read the blog, and you want to see more of a particular topic, let me know. Maybe I can do that, and maybe I can’t. Who knows!
The last blog was about my Memories of the WWII era. This one is from an old saying of my mother’s.
“It’s not big enough to cuss a cat in.” A saying used to describe something which wasn’t big enough to accommodate whatever was wanted. I don’t remember any of the incidents or situations, which caused my mother to use this particular descriptive phrase, but I remember hearing it any number of times. How small is that? When you think about it, any space that wouldn’t be big enough to cuss a cat in would be pretty small indeed. I should think that if you could stand in it, sit in it, or lie down in it, any space at all would be big enough to cuss a cat in it.
Come to think of it, in today’s world, twitter’s 140 spaces would be just about the right amount of space to do what my mother’s saying suggests, but we don’t do that there. Right! Or anywhere else, do we?
OK That was a new saying for me. I don't recall ever hearing that expression before. I also wasn't thinking of the connection between Twitter and it being big enough to cuss a cat in it. So, in the very small space of a blog you were able to demonstrate where you could cuss a cat as they would have in 1930's or 40's; as well as, where you could (but wouldn't) in the digital age of the 21st century! So, in other words, there never was, and still isn't, a place too small to cuss a cat.
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