millie has the best moon face ever. 

this past sunday's ride home... 

and annika, too! we could scarcely believe our good fortune. 

millie thinks that anything the two of them can fit into is fair game for sailing the high seas in. 

millie's cousin alexandra outgrew lots of playclothes and passed them along. millie can't quite figure out the mask mechanics, though. 

i made millie some cloth tea bags out of castaway clothes a few months ago. annika enjoyed this cup that millie brewed expressly for her. 

annika has not taken up smoking, regardless of the incriminating snapshot. (four years ago, nan's brother tim gave 2 of these to john and i upon his return from thailand.) 

one guess each, please. correct answers must not only identify the item correctly but also provide the reason behind the why. winners will be notified of their superior logic... 

even millie's not this chubby. earlier in the night, she'd removed raggedy ann & andy's clothes so they could swim in the living room with her. when bedtime came, she stuffed them into her fuzzy so they wouldn't get cold. 

Charlie and the Ground Beef Factory

i really love what i've read of roald dahl's autobiographical work (click on the golden ticket to enter). even granting him some artistic license and old man tall-tale-telling, his stories from his childhood, in particular, are marvelous and menacing both, which may explain some of the marvels and menace in his fiction. anyway, yesterday we went to the central library in buffalo and took out 48 items with a library card limited to 50 items. one of those items was My Year by dahl.

Here is a choice quote:

"There was so much fruit every autumn that I told all the children in the village they could come in at any time and ask to borrow a ladder and pick what they wanted. They came in droves. Today, old age and storms have finished off many of the trees and there are only about thirty left. Even so, there are still plenty of apples on them, and in October, the trees are dripping with big green cookers and rosy eaters, but no children come anymore asking to pick. They haven't come for the past ten or fifteen years. I wonder why. Recently, I met a bunch of boys in the lane coming back from school and asked them if they would like to go up the trees and get a basketful of apples. They shook their heads and said, 'Naaw.'
What has happened to these children? I believe they have too much pocket money and prefer to buy crisps and Coke in the shops rather than climb trees for apples. I find this infinitely sad. Boys should want to climb trees. They should want to build tree-houses. They should want to pick apples. Maybe all the crisps and the Coke and the junk food they consume nowadays has made them sluggish."

i find it infinitely sad, too. and girls should want to, too, for that matter.

the sole reason why this is a "choice quote" instead of an account of his childhood stunts is because today i was also reading the book Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser. (Rolling Stone isn't my primary news source, but they published these portions that are now included in the book.) The best part is in Fast-Food Nation: The True Cost Of America's Diet. Part Two, in which the meat-packing industry is detailed. mmmmm.

i am a hair away from deciding to not eat ground beef that either
1. Scott Terry or another honest, small-scale farmer, can't vouch for
or
2. John and I have not raised (in our pipe-dream future of homesteading)

and all this comes on the coat-tails of watching Supersize Me before we left for Long Island to eat fast food for a week.

USB CABLES AND OTHER CHORDS

i am happy.
john bought me a guitar on the sly, and i will learn to play well by at least the age of ninety. i have toyed with the idea of playing in the past, but the closest i came was my four year flirtation with electric bass guitar, an idea which my brother pete presented as the first step in our glamorous life as The Johnson Family Band. i came to my senses eventually and gave the guitar to my brother joel, who, in his turn, will someday come to his senses. i need an instrument that i can sing with, and victor wooten i will never be.

the other magnificent gift john gave me was the complete Bone series by jeff smith, all bound in one big, beautiful volume. i hadn't read the last two trade paperbacks that he released, and now i'm reading the entire story from beginning to end. what bliss!

oh, and i've lost the usb cable needed to transfer pictures to this page. someday i will find it, and post a picture of Millie as Ringmaster and one of Abigail Wearing Her New Glasses.

until then, listen to these overdue songs by alasdair roberts. it's a disservice to the songs to post them with scratchy, muffled fuzziness, but i said i would, so i will. you all can remedy the problem by visiting our stereophonic listening theater in depew. ("the whole house is singing" makes me happy every time i hear it and, for some reason, reminds me of my past and probable future--a house filled with children and bustle--with a twist of jo's boys.)

"Farewell Sorrow"
...so arm in arm, we'll run towards that pair,
and we as they, joined and double-threaded
and arms flung wide, we'll run towards that pair
and never fear that which once we dreaded...

"The Whole House is Singing"
The whole house is singing, the whole house is singing
The rafters are ringing, the timbers are thronged
The whole house is singing, the whole house is singing
I overhear them and this is their song:

"We are stronger when the moon grows in the skies
And the moon causes the tides to rise and rise
And the weed carried upon the drawing foam
We will gather to bedeck our happy home."