It's 2019 and I don't have any other pictures of Ocean being a Mom cat because Mal just won't stay in the picture with her long enough...
So I'll just show the latest photos of Ocean the Wiggle Cat so you can see she's doing okay.
Blue Book Pages
Sunday, May 12, 2019
Wednesday, May 8, 2019
It's a Day of Birth 2019 Edition
But it's a day in the middle of the week so I'm at work, doing librarianship, ordering copies, coping with 49 years of wondering about my place in the universe...
And not enough cake. Sigh.
BACK TO WORK.
Saturday, May 4, 2019
May the 4th Be With You 2019 Edition: No One's Ever Really Gone
Unless you're an extra on Avengers: Endgame or one of the defenders of Winterfell.
In the meantime, I'M STILL CRYING OVER LOSING CHEWIE!!!
In the meantime, I'M STILL CRYING OVER LOSING CHEWIE!!!
Thursday, May 2, 2019
A Little Bit of My Childhood, Gone Away.
The actor who played Chewbacca in Star Wars, Peter Mayhew, recently passed away.
While I have a fondness for all the original characters, Chewie was kind of my guy. Oversized, covered with fur, goofy, unable to play chess...
When I was 7 or 8 years old I asked for a large Chewbacca action figure for Christmas. My parents may not have understood the request because I ended up with a fluffy teddy-bear Chewie. I wasn't entirely thrilled at the time, but Plush Chewie grew on me and so he was a regular bedtime companion until I was 12 or so. Afterwards he was pretty much on a book shelf for display and I admit I grew out of the idea of owning a doll like that. I can't recall when he ended up going to a donation store, or whatever else happened to him.
There's times in my adulthood when I wonder why I let so much of my childhood things go. It was like letting go of some memories here and there. I feel this way when the actors I grew up with, playing the characters of my childhood, pass away.
Goodbye Chewie. What a Wookie!
While I have a fondness for all the original characters, Chewie was kind of my guy. Oversized, covered with fur, goofy, unable to play chess...
When I was 7 or 8 years old I asked for a large Chewbacca action figure for Christmas. My parents may not have understood the request because I ended up with a fluffy teddy-bear Chewie. I wasn't entirely thrilled at the time, but Plush Chewie grew on me and so he was a regular bedtime companion until I was 12 or so. Afterwards he was pretty much on a book shelf for display and I admit I grew out of the idea of owning a doll like that. I can't recall when he ended up going to a donation store, or whatever else happened to him.
There's times in my adulthood when I wonder why I let so much of my childhood things go. It was like letting go of some memories here and there. I feel this way when the actors I grew up with, playing the characters of my childhood, pass away.
Goodbye Chewie. What a Wookie!
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Writing Out of My Blues
I am struggling to find the time and the motivation to write.
That's all I can say at the moment.
That's all I can say at the moment.
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