I'm sort of thick headed, anyway. I always take the literal translation. My dad was a lumbering quiet man. My mom was a little quick mite and she chattered all the time. Her mother and sister would say, she is going to talk herself to death. She was making applesauce and she would talk through her instructions as she went.. She talked to the Watkins man, telephone, neighbors everywhere, Lawww, she talked even to herself. I asked her quietly if she would mind not talking so much !!!! Landing on yer backsides ain't funny. I tried to explain that I wanted her to live. She told Gran that I was fey....eh? Aye, the wee twit was a bit fey! It was quite a while before I could explain it all. She still didn't believe me, she said I took long enough to think it up. If I were to take that long in answering some man to marry him, I'd be in the long rocker. My Daddy lived a good while longer than she and he never did say alot. He would say, "she'll tell you." and thumb toward Mom.
Blessings,
Ruth