Over-simplification
I am looking at this dog of mine and trying to remember how many times in the past two months I caught myself explaining to others her puppy-readiness to explore. Jumping on complete strangers, begging for affection, drinking from the puddle, chasing garbage on the ground, playing with the dogs that ignore her, running tail-between-’hind-legs from the dogs chasing her to play, and generally chewing her way through her our early life (I hope!). And I have been using a Romanian common saying, “not everything that’s flying can be eaten too”…
And this morning I was reading a comment on a friend’s blog, that prompts me thinking about translations, among other things, and I have decided in a flash I’d oversimplify this saying gladly to illustrate, again, me. Not everything is flying.
