May. 12th, 2004
Transitions
May. 12th, 2004 12:13 amThis morning while repacking and rearranging in the garage I discovered that I have my very own petrified toad. He was a nice-sized fellow once, a good three inches in his dried state. So...was he trapped by box heights? Didn't look squashed...I trust he's not a malignant spell (too much writing fantasy...) but I gave him a nice bag funeral. I may break down and go get him and dig a hole.
Blessed Be, little one.
Blessed Be, little one.
Speaking of time travel and lost time....
May. 12th, 2004 12:15 amWhile transferring materials to different boxes as I prepared a few other things for transport tonight (a friend comes to get smooshed, then helps W with a load to the new house) I found some fan-fold paper. I simply ripped off the sides so it could become rough draft computer paper, but I set aside the perforations. Max and Merlyn used to love to play with the perforations, from the time they were kittens. I wondered if they remembered--we're talking nine and twelve years old.
They seemed to--paper snakes were still amusing, but not for as long as slick snakes (the address label roll type?) They ripped and wrestled among the snakes, and I tried to get pics, but still mastering the digital camera, and adjusting
for light is something I haven't read yet.
Cats are known for enjoying a game 30 times in a row--and then never touching the toy again. I'm astonished they could still muster some enthusiasm!
They seemed to--paper snakes were still amusing, but not for as long as slick snakes (the address label roll type?) They ripped and wrestled among the snakes, and I tried to get pics, but still mastering the digital camera, and adjusting
for light is something I haven't read yet.
Cats are known for enjoying a game 30 times in a row--and then never touching the toy again. I'm astonished they could still muster some enthusiasm!