Herd of Dinosaurs!!!

And sticking feet of the photographer!!

The herd was divided in 2 for battle. It was the Cherry Headed Dinosaurs vs the Yellow Headed ones. You had eaten most of those lemon heads, so there were also supplemental plastic soldiers.

Direct quote: I screamed so loud, I flew!!

Discussion of being an astronaut, and tying a rope as an anchor to Mt Everest. Inconclusive debate as to the coldness of Saturn vs Uranus. Also discussed running around the rings of Saturn, jumping from rock to rock.

Magic Elixir

(Sometime at the end of February)

My Dear Little Boy,

I gave it to him.  The Magic Elixir.  I had worked for it, I had been watching it for months in the tower of Castle Village.

My friend who plays Viola, the one who conjures teardrops from our eyes with her overgrown fiddle; the one who is damned to never hear how beautiful her notes are.  She had been rewarded with the FINEST oil by her master.  (He gave everyone in the orchestra the most expensive Olive Oil for Christmas, a beautiful bottle.  Named Lancaster?  Maybe?)

I watched as she poured it over her salads and could not taste it mixed in with all the other wonderful tastes.  Lost glory.

Prince Charming had told me repeated how much he and his Mother, The Little Queen, had adored the finest Olive Oil in the land.

I only hope it can help him.  And that it is all not too late for him.  (I am very slowly pulling away, it may be too late for me)

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And now, two weeks later, he has told me, precisely:

Things here are pretty good.  Plenty of work and music and reading.  I've become obsessed with studying Anglo-Saxon/Old English and it's going easily (thanks to my German and Icelandic).


So perhaps he IS getting better.

I hope it is due to the Magic Elixir.

Or his own potions.  I thought to tell you fully, about the association between the spell he is under and how it is like the one that has seized your own mother.  I hope she is well.  We will see her in a few days; you will spend a week with her.

If I see her, I shall cry.  (I cry at the very thought.  I miss her terribly.  As you must)  

Real Artists in Our Lives

Dear Kid,
You brought this book home from school. The lady who put my mousetraps on a wall in a gallery is the one who drew the book!
It's a small world, especially when you speak more than one language.

PS You are watching tv now, but I will very soon steal the remotes. And we will have a rousing game of Chase. Or Hide the Remotes, aka Colder & Warmer. You WILL have fun outside of tv!!