Hmmm.

Today I found this photo of L.B.:

 

How did he manage to make ride up and down in my desk lamp?

(I wondered.)

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Then I found this photo:

Sneaky Little Bear.

(Revenge for not getting to ride Vacuum last week.)

L.B.

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He is a jolly fellow.

 

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He reads The Biography of His Trousers to his friends,

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And they listen.

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A Happy Moment On An Otherwise Hot and Sticky Afternoon

Yesterday my friend R. gave me a little piece of chocolate for "on the road to the Library". Being the silly goose that I am, I put the chocolate in my bag (for safe keeping) and forget about it during my walk.

Oh well.

I was very happy to later find a somewhat squashed and melty piece of chocolate in my bag! Luckily the piece was still wrapped in foil and free of Roaming Bag Fuzz, leaving me with a clean bag and an edible bit of chocolate. Hooray!

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I think chocolate rejuvenates those who are weary from reading pages and pages about fallen and blessed angels.

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R.'s little gift of chocolate reminded me of the communal aspect of food. As I shared the melty candy with the fellow-book-reader-to-my-right, I realized that even a little square of chocolate can bring people together. Remember when Hagrid brings Harry a pack of squishy sausages and that birthday cake (with green icing letters)? What a very merry and beautiful act of kindness, pocket fuzz and all. Harry receives cake and a friend!

Rather like in Betsy-Tacy, or Heidi, or The Odyssey.

Mmm. Much to ponder. I'm looking forward to Soup Saturday with chumlet S. 

Thanks for the chocolate, R.!

Simple Saturdays

I'm beginning to savor my Saturdays again. 

Rather than filling my weekend with half-hearted homeworking,

I leave the house and search out a grassy lawn.

You know,

the kind of lawn on which you can sit and color pictures.

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What sort of treasure do you find?

Co-Sleeping...

Feline Style...

Yes, my cat likes to sleep next to me at night. 

In fact, she decided that her body MUST be touching some part of my body. 

I'll often wake in the middle of the night to a cat snuggling inside the crook of my arm.

...Or paws batting my face.

Or a little tongue licking my cheek.

Cats have rough little tongues!

(If you look closely, you can see the tiny nick in my cat's ear. I've grown rather fond of that nick. It's how we tell her apart from her twin, too.)