Laundry Baskets, Spatula Tops

Thursday, November 1, 2007

The first of a rather dreary month, in most cases. But Collette found that she liked dreary.

Puck was having a show-down with the hiccups that morning. And, as usual, he was overwhelmed with joy to see his friend, the laundry basket, come out to play. He gasped in delight when it entered the room. He sat for awhile and held on to it, soaking in the happiness of the reunion. Until he fell over and chewed on his wow backwards.

The rest of the morning he chewed on the top of a spatula, one of his new favorite toys.

South of the equator, Carrie was making global connections:

“We went out last night with an Asian/Aussie, Brazilian, and a Swede.”

On their morning walk, Collette and Puck came across the scene of a pumpkin smashing party. Several parties. Their carcases still lined the street in splashes of yellow and orange. Puck looked at them grumpily as he rolled down the road.

He spent the rest of his afternoon tumbling around in his playpen and listening to the tunes from Tom Paxton:

“You are the crow’s toes,

You are the flea’s cheese,

You are the ant’s pants,

You are the bee’s knees.”