Missed you here at full-moon time, but that doesn't mean I didn't see and revel in it. Hope you did, too.
Neighbor kids Kierstuhn&Deaven were here this week and made art at the dining-room table while I cooked dinner.
Deaven (5) learned how to hold scissors for the first time to cut out his many-eyed monster.
Kierstuhn, of the other two drawings ("SOS help we need help cooking") would much rather use paper for sculptures than for 2D drawings (that's her snake-in-a-tree, snake-on-the-ground piece there ...).
Can't get either of them to open a book. Ah, well.I have not set foot in the back yard since the pond failed. I do lean out the side door and sprinkle fish food at the solo baby goldfish in my trough. Sometimes I find a little frog resting on one of the lilypads. So LittleBit is not alone.
BrotherB burst into tears over MichaelJackson's demise--on Wednesday afternoon. Took that long to sink in, I guess. Simultaneously he spiked a 103 fever. I don't know whether the grief caused the fever or the fever generated the tears, but his sobbing broke my heart, and the fever was gone by Thursday morning.
I found this afternoon Lobsang's secret napping place on an upstairs bookshelf.

Dreamy days. Daze. I'm very happy. Don't wake me up for a while yet, OK?