I used to love to untangle chains when I was a child. I had thin, busy fingers, and I never gave up. Perhaps there was a psychiatric component to my concentration but like much of my psychic damage, this worked to everyone's advantage.
Let's Wrestle would rather poke fun than point fingers, even if there's a problem that needs fixing.
We have a Boesendorfer piano that I play every day. It keeps my brain and my fingers active.
I wanted to play the piano, but my fingers weren't long enough, so I took up the guitar.
When I shake someone's hand, I apply the lightest pressure on their wrist with my index and middle fingers and lead them across my body to my left. The cross-body lead is actually a move from salsa dancing. I'm finding out what kind of a partner they're going to be, and I know that if they follow my lead, I can do whatever I want with them.
When my first daughter was born, my husband held her in his hands and said, 'My God, she's so beautiful.' I unwrapped the baby from her blankets. She was average size, with long thin fingers and a random assortment of toes. Her eyes were close set, and she had her father's hooked nose. It looked better on him.
I have seen cabinet secretaries who type with two fingers.
What was the appearance of God the Father? Like that of a man... God has the likeness of fingers and hands and a face.
I am truly happy with what I've got. But if I could alter something, it would be my hands. I've never been satisfied with them - I would love longer fingers.
Mother, being a pianist, told me how to play with my fingers on the piano.
