2006-08-24 - 8:56 a.m.
...we've lost the PIZZA....
Last night was our first night on our new bed!!! Getting the bed inspired me to finally tackle the (lack of) organization on our top floor. I unpacked most of K's books, his towels, and linens. I persuaded him to come upstairs to unpack his own clothing (of which three boxes still remain).
K has many, MANY wonderful things (especially his wall art)...but he is also a tremendous packrat. I unpacked four different backgammon sets, two chess clocks, six copies of the game SPEED, a box of chess books, a box of economics books...I know. I know. I should be more respectful. I have a CD habit, and a clarinet music habit, and I am the victim of inherited antique furniture and dishes. We all have our stuff. Which is 'shit' to other people.
But the best moment occurred when I unpacked a dusty old smiling porcelain monk with a bunch of cards with numbers, the days of the week, and the months on it. The thing looked like something you might have bought in the back of a store in Chinatown 20 years ago. I pulled this out and showed it to K, with one eyebrow lifted. He saw it and his face immediately lit up.
"YOU FOUND MY PERPETUAL MONK CALENDAR!!!"
"MY BROTHER GAVE IT TO ME!!"
and so I marched it down the stairs and put it directly on his desk...where he currently sits:
In other news, my friend BLIGHTY has hit diaryland at last. You should check her out. Never have children and creatures who go "WEEP WEEP WEEP" been more entertaining. I'm working on getting her notes function turned on...
And in a final shock to the world...Pluto is no longer. And for those of you who are getting very worried about Disney characters, breathe a sigh of relief as I bring you this direct quote from Yahoo news:
"After a tumultuous week of clashing over the essence of the cosmos, the International Astronomical Union stripped Pluto of the planetary status it has held since its discovery in 1930."
How embarrassing for an interstellar body to be demoted like that. Alternatively, Pluto could be a Marxist - a Groucho Marxist, that is, thinking "I'd never belong to any club that would have me as a member." I wonder what dues planets have to pay....
What worries me more is how youngin's are going to remember the planets now.
"My Very Educated Mother Just Sent Me Nine...."
we've lost the Pizza!
where's the fun in THAT?
Some clever word addict on this "Educated" planet (Earth), will have to replace Neptune's "Nine" with a more appropriate Noun.... Any takers?
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