Anyone remember this poem (besides my mother, who agrees with it wholeheartedly, I’m sure)
“There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
She was very very good.
And when she was bad
She was horrid.”
Because no one wants to be trapped inside a Chinese okra.
Conversation before bed tonight:
Doug: If you think of it tomorrow, can you put these in the sun to charge?
Me: I won’t think of it. Leave me a note.
Doug: IF you think of it…
Me: I won’t. Just leave a note.
Doug: Here, I’ll put it on your phone.
Me: Then I’ll wonder “Why the hell did Doug put this on my phone?”
Doug: I’m going to bed.
This is what I saw when I walked through the kitchen 10 minutes later.
A very important part of my day
Cherry chocolate chip ice cream! Doug is of the opinion that it wasn’t worth the trouble it took to make it, and I must concur. Though it sure is a beautiful color.
Something new my library is offering: you can check out a tablet that is pre-loaded with content. Some have games, some are instructional (like languages) or for study (geometry). Cool stuff.
I’m thinking a kid drew this as part of our fishing program at work, and it’s supposed to be some kind of fish? But……I just don’t know….
I know that with my little point-and-shoot, I can’t possibly get photos as good as Doug’s. But I can get perfectly good photos of Doug.
I was grabbing some cherries to put in my lunch, and this little red one spilled out. The one behind it is a normal size cherry. I did not eat the little one; I imagine it would not have tasted good.
Doug’s worked in the city for 6 weeks and seen him twice. I’ve worked in Boston almost 20 years, and never come across this local character….until today. I am probably the only person in Boston more excited about seeing Keytar Bear than I was about Wally the Green Monster coming to work today.
