An Aries (Who Knows Some Stuff)
I don’t know where I got this one. I’d always assumed it came to me during my time at the bookstore, but the years don’t match up.
Regardless, it’s true. I just finished reading (for the first time) Katherine Paterson’s Newbery Medal winner Bridge to Terabithia (1977).
It apparently has a permanent home on the list of the 100 Most Frequently Challenged Books, and it now has a permanent home in my heart, as well. It stands as a testament that a book can pack a mighty wallop in a hundred pages.
Another one added to the collection by Marika, who might have been my victim patient on occasion.
I was out at Green Acres on Saturday, and when Lynne was moving a box of photos from one room to another, this button fell out. I thought it was intriguing. She said she got it when she visited the Spy Museum. Ah, the S words: spying, sleuthing, snooping, sneaking, stalking!
Not that I condone any of those activities, of course. Unless they’re for research. Writers gotta write!
When I was rooting through my mother’s mementos the other day, I spotted this button. It reminded me that I had this certificate stashed away.
That is from when I was five, and either Miss Edwards or Mrs. Lane certainly had a creative approach to my last name. I don’t know why they didn’t just also call me Betsy and be done with it.
The front of my certificate reminds me very much of the pictures on those old hand fans we used to have in church to try to stay cool. Debby and I were speaking of these just the other day and rating the artistic merits of their depictions of Biblical scenes.
Frankly, I believe that sticking a bunch of hot, sweaty kids inside a building with NO AIR CONDITIONING on summer days in the South was a clever way to plant a concept of the fiery pits of hell in our impressionable brains.
Only without the lukewarm Kool-Aid and sugar cookies.
Another button from Lynne’s collection. Happy birthday to all the Taureans in my life.
Speaking of, as you may recall, each year on April 28, I make a cake in honor of my late friend Steve R’s birthday. This year, Lila was here to blow out his candles. She did a great job.
On Steve’s last birthday before he died, he was in the hospital. I learned then from friends who loved him that people can make a festive occasion anywhere and under any circumstances. Also, if you provide cake, you will make new friends.
Happy Earth Day. Do something kind to the planet today–and every day. She’s the only home we have.
My lens cap fell behind my desk Friday night. It seemed like as good a time as any to pull the desk away from the wall and attack dust bunnies with the Dyson. Thereupon was found: one Corona bottle cap, four beads that vanished when I was sewing for Project Runway challenges, the plastic tip of one used lancet, one small nail, enough dog hair to make a chihuahua, and this:
I have no idea where it came from or how long it’s been behind the desk. But here is wisdom indeed: If you’re able to love, you’re lovable.
And that pink elephant looks a heck of a lot better than the ones I’ve drawn in the game Draw Something.
May the Easter Beagle be good to you.
