We found a sleeping hedgehog at the cottage. It was not hibernating,
just napping under some leaves. We wanted to plant some things in that
particular place, so we moved the hedgehog who totally didn't fool us
playing dead.
Narcissus bulbs are not a kind of lighting that makes you look particularly good.
Also, there is a difference between bulbs and tubers, which it will be possible to explain once I understand that you are not saying bulbous tumors.
So, happy anniversary Berlin. The Berlin Wall came down the same month that I moved to Japan, and I remember that as usual I made the whole trip much more fraught than it already was, having my wallet stolen and my passport, and let's see, trying to replace it at the embassy in San Francisco, which had just gone through a little bit of an earthquake. Good times. On the airplane, shiny new passport firmly in hand, I read about the Berlin Wall, and about the Velvet Revolution, and having just "discovered" Milan Kundera I had the odd conviction that my plane was going in the wrong direction. It took me another five years to get here, but the trip probably started then.
And happy birthday to Sesame Street. I do not remember a world without Sesame Street, though I understand they didn't start broadcasting until I was old enough to get some of it. Did you know that Jim Henson was the coconut cream piiiiiies guy? I do not remember or care where I was when I heard that Michael Jackson died, but when I heard that Jim Henson died I was sitting at the round table in the lobby of the language school where I was teaching in Kitakyushu, and I put my head on the cold formica table, ostensibly to keep it together, but then I wept and wept anyway. He taught me when I was little, he entertained me when I was older, and that he would not be around to quirkily illustrate my adulthood seemed really unfair. And I cried for the people who had worked with him, and for his children, because if he had influenced me so, what must he have been to them?
Yeah, I got nothing. Little bitlets. Leaves in gorgeous reds and yellows, making the world look like a Carcassonne board for a minute, beautiful, and then soggily carpeting the sidewalks after the too persistent and early rain. We are good; we are well.
Narcissus bulbs are not a kind of lighting that makes you look particularly good.
Also, there is a difference between bulbs and tubers, which it will be possible to explain once I understand that you are not saying bulbous tumors.
So, happy anniversary Berlin. The Berlin Wall came down the same month that I moved to Japan, and I remember that as usual I made the whole trip much more fraught than it already was, having my wallet stolen and my passport, and let's see, trying to replace it at the embassy in San Francisco, which had just gone through a little bit of an earthquake. Good times. On the airplane, shiny new passport firmly in hand, I read about the Berlin Wall, and about the Velvet Revolution, and having just "discovered" Milan Kundera I had the odd conviction that my plane was going in the wrong direction. It took me another five years to get here, but the trip probably started then.
And happy birthday to Sesame Street. I do not remember a world without Sesame Street, though I understand they didn't start broadcasting until I was old enough to get some of it. Did you know that Jim Henson was the coconut cream piiiiiies guy? I do not remember or care where I was when I heard that Michael Jackson died, but when I heard that Jim Henson died I was sitting at the round table in the lobby of the language school where I was teaching in Kitakyushu, and I put my head on the cold formica table, ostensibly to keep it together, but then I wept and wept anyway. He taught me when I was little, he entertained me when I was older, and that he would not be around to quirkily illustrate my adulthood seemed really unfair. And I cried for the people who had worked with him, and for his children, because if he had influenced me so, what must he have been to them?
Yeah, I got nothing. Little bitlets. Leaves in gorgeous reds and yellows, making the world look like a Carcassonne board for a minute, beautiful, and then soggily carpeting the sidewalks after the too persistent and early rain. We are good; we are well.
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