This morning, 6:30, rising and shining, I felt the following words flash into my mind:
Where is thumbkin?A small but crucial part of my poetry base, forgotten for a long time. I was fascinated as a little kid by the idea of fingers having polite conversations but then running away. And I sang this song with my children when they were younger.
Where is thumbkin?
Here I am.
Here I am.
How are you today, sir?
Very well, I thank you.
Run and hide.
Run and hide.
Why did this song return? Perhaps because I'm looking forward to trying out the Thumbthing, a nifty tool for reading. I am all thumbs.
Update: I tried the Thumbthing. It is a nifty tool, but I'm going to stick with my thumbs.
Re: the thumbthing. I immediately thought of the eyeglass extension invented by Steve Martin's Navin Johnson in The Jerk. Be careful there are no unpredictable side effects.
ReplyDeleteHi Stefan!
ReplyDeleteI think in this case, the natural, err, appendage is adequate to the job. The Thumbthing didn't make it any easier to hold a book open. If anything, it was less comfortable. But many people are enthusiastic about this gadget. Whatever works, as we now say.