This is my tale

 It is good that titles do not need any punctuation, because I do not know whether to title this particular musing as a statement... ended with a single period. Ha ha ha what kind of period?  One of peace, i would hope.

just quickly, I want to sneak this thought in about this particular translation, as is food for thought for any translation, as I listen to a translated audio version of the same tale I am trying to read, and I can tell, accent aside, by nuance, attitude, and word choice where the translation originated. It sort of reminds me of Henry Higgins in "My Fair Lady" telling a person's upbringing through their voice/accent. A word in particular is very apt in the way I think, I think it even situationally describes the word "Atonement" for me. In the story one guy goes to their "Lord" in hopes of makin peace between the two, or as it has been cleverly defined to me, this dude hopes to put the two at one once again, through explaining a different view point of the action that separated the two.

ok, and now, we are back to my tale. quickly reviewed in my mind several vignettes or anecdotal happenings that ought to be recorded. I suppose every person alive has such stories. My stories include my sister's affair with my foot, the time we pushed a car down he road so to use the restroom at a local gas station without waking anyone. I seriously have billions of such stories, and I suspect it is intentional. Often, at the time, I would say, "Ah! it is foolish, but think of the story we will have to tell!" And a few people have asked me if I would or they could write my stories.

This leads to my next thought (The real one that is an issue). I enjoy listening to these tales, and many many others do, too. but should they be used as biographical information? for instance, ought we deduce that all Greek men climbed into large fake horses to attack their enemies? stories last but do not necessarily represent the norm.

My sister is an extremely professional and very talented person, not at all the delusional sort nor a lover of footwear, particularly, there was a whole lot more to her than simply loving a face painted on a shoe. We all love stuffed animals or play with Barbie dolls. another sister, used perspective manipulation to make her barbie appear as her size and labeled her a BFF (Best Friend Forever). neither sister has delusional tendencies, though, at least I do not think so...Lindsay does talk to her car, but I am fairly certain she knows that it cannot respond or hear her...wait! My mom has talked at the TV before. but, see these things are not indicative of day to day life. 

I am impressed in the Icelandic sagas how intimate and familiar these farmers are with Nobility. I do not think everyone was best buddies with the king, or else where would all the men who are killed come from? or what would the king's kingdom be?

My mother is great with words. She truly ought to write a few stories down like the ones that my dad told us. to this day, I do not know if they are true or not. He claims to have heard music and saw lights fall on my mother the first time he saw her, so he jumped back behind the davenport to hide his manure covered pants (from doing his daily chores).

blah, blah, blah, I said my piece...Adieu