I've been meaning to post all day, but Other Things happened and time slipped by. Meanwhile, I cleaned off my desk, which in Mari-speak means that I found a whole host of scraps of paper with notes on things I've been meaning to tell you all.
That is to say, this is a warning that this post may cover many and varied topics which will not relate to each other in any way. It's hard to write nice transitions when there is no logical way one paragraph connects to the next. Just saying.
Yesterday morning when I woke up, I found a baby mouse swimming around in the toilet bowl. That was too much of a mental challange that early in the morning and I had to wake mom up to ask her what to do. Really, what is the proper action to be taken when one finds a mouse in the toilet?
(Mum was very brave and fished it out and put it in an old butter dish with the lid on tight, mostly to prove to dad that we hadn't been hallucinating.)
I've taken up a new project at the library (please don't say I don't need yet another massive project: I know that!) I'm going through the entire fiction section, book by book, and checking each volume for condition and age and usage, and repairing what needs fixing and discarding what we don't need. I started at Z. I'm not quite through with Woods yet. *facepalm* But I like the thought that when I am through, 1) the collection will be in
excellent better condition, and 2) I will have touched every single book.
(Also, it allows me to discover all the books I would like to read.)
Hagen has a new favorite play thing: a pair of purple socks. He loves them and drags them around in his mouth--only he's so small yet, he ends up tripping all over them and rolling around like a deranged rabbit. I gave them to him because I decided I was really too old to be wearing purple socks, especially when these are purple socks I have had since I was ten. (I see the odd looks. I dislike socks, wear them as infrequently as possible, and therefore it is entirely possible for me to keep a pair of socks twelve years.) (At least they don't have lace around the top!)
The Little Orphan Annie comic strip creeps me out. It's the blank eyes, I think.
I saw today that I have four copies of The Hobbit. Is that a bit much? I feel maybe that's one too many. So I'm getting rid of one copy.
Gym update: very successful, if successful = sore muscles. I, um, never realized just how puny I was before. It's pretty embarressing to see a 70 year old guy handling three times the weight I could manage. But that'll change now, uh huh. Every Friday. I'm excited about this. Yet another thing that's changed...(how does it work that I feel about the same as three years ago when most of the major things in life have changed?)
(As you can see, I have no rule about using a lot of parentheses.)
Now I'm ready for some quality time with my books. Goodnight, all.