I guess the end of the calendar year is something like the end of a college semester. It is time to sell the old books, clean out the closet and start fresh. Time to revoke, reveal and renew.
The first thing, I have learn in the last year that gray hair makes me look older, looking more like my mother did in her senior years. It would be simple to start coloring my hair again but I can't bring myself to be a servant to it. My life has become about health, not looks. I do realize I have to be conscious of wearing more makeup to look attractive, alive and healthy.
Building that chicken coop was one of the hardest things I under took last year, that is second thing I realize. The main difficulty was I could not do it myself and so I was depended on my crew but also because I am not strong enough to handle the electric tools nor do I have the skill.
I studied styles and designs of coops for a month and settled on one and ordered the plans. I figured out the materials with conversations with guys at the local stores.
Then I realized it was like watching the same ballet 100 times and in your head, you know all the moves and the music but one you stand up to do it, the body will not follow.
My crew included, John, my husband, I would describe as indifferent to negative on the whole idea of chickens. That is simply his nature about any change or new thing, so I quickly worked around him. John was presence at each work shift, often was a key help, balanced by sitting and keeping us company other times.
Phil, my brother, the most knowledgeable about tools and a key worker. I found Phil's plan of building to be toward the extreme of overbuilding. Phil's ideas reflect experience of skill but his coop will be here all after all this crew had died.
Ken, my son, the strongest of the individuals on this project was content is the nail came close to the second board and felt the coop could have been assembled in one easy afternoon. His casual, care free manner was about the opposite of Phil's. His wiliness to constantly show up to the garage for more work was key to finishing.
Frequently, presence were two grandchildren Mira age seven and Ahman age five. They were helpful in picking up all the dropped nails, screws and running for the item missing. Of course, they were truly behind this whole project from the beginning and the three of us shared a vision that we still have about the chickens.
We built it for about a third of the cost of having it built for us but I probably would not do it undertake this building project again. A loud vote yes for the chickens, though.
The third thing, I remember from last year is spring fruit tree planting that included two plum trees, four apple trees and two nut trees plus three kiwi vines. Oh, plus the new research bed for the Japanese blueberries It sound like a lot to add to the yard but the trees are on wood that should not grow much taller than a bush six to eight feet.
This brings me to a major shift about my edible landscape. The soil is a boring subject but an very interesting one at the same time. Can't harvest taste or health from dead or unbalanced soil. I have changed my focus for the next year to the soil. Manure, oyster shells, kitchen garbage composted, are all part of the new plan. I am going to replicate a 1940 approach to home gardening before commercial petroleum fertilizers were used.
Ultimately, the longest and most lasting change of the past year is the acceptance of the fact, that I am getting more radical, as I grow older. I am sorting though the institutions that have giving the double talk for centuries in some cases, like religious groups or the political systems that have rusted out with greed and corruption. My role of being active instead of passive about the condition of this planet, the direction of social change has already started but I see it continuing in a more intense manner.
One finial note on my life this past year. John and I have started a traditional that plays out in two ways, both involve wine. Some glorious, sunny but cool days of fall, winter or spring we let the chickens out of the coop and let them run the yard, while we have lunch outside. These lunches we call, Paris Lunches, because if we were visiting Paris we would get an outside table and enjoy a simple sandwich or soup with a glass of wine. We simply eliminated the flight. The other season of the year, summer, when the afternoon has finally quieted down and it is time to stop working, we let the chickens out in the yard and we sit and watch them with a glass of wine. Daisy is always near by and the conversation is always about our day's projects.
Yes, I call my life, a designer's life. It is. Hope yours is too. Happy New Year to all.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Quest for perfection
My Mother would have been 92 yesterday. One of the funny things about my Mother was her ideas about Christmas Trees.
Growing up in Tucson during the depression her family had a little green artificial object that sat on a table that stood in for the large living floor model. As an adult she had strong ideas of what a tree should be for the household.
Each year during my childhood I remember the discussion about a week before Christmas about the tree. Between Mother's artistic sense of perfection and Dad's idea of being frugal it took over the house for at less 24 hours. Some years it could be running for three days up to the whole of the holiday season.
Dad always bought the tree at the parish tree lot and preferred to do it about a week before Christmas hoping to get in on at less one of the markdowns that occurred for late tree buyers. These trees by nature were the looked over, passed over group. The lots were usually frozen, snowy and the tree were frequently tall green sticks with limbs tied up.
After a day of thawing in the tree stand the true shape of the tree was showing and Mother critical eye came into judgment. She would sit in a living room corner chair and as one of us stood next to the tree. We would slowly rotate it to see the best features, the fullest sized and possibly, hide the fact that the tree plainly leaning because the trunk was crook it.
Rarely, was the tree up to her standards. Of course, Mother was not about to enter a tree lot and walk on that icy surface or stand and shake snow off a dozen trees looking for perfection. She had no idea, how cold and wet a Christmas tree lot was and how early the light is gone in the December afternoon. Thank heavens, for the pool room in the basement, it got Mother's first rejections, crook it stem and all, with garbage ornaments.
Now, it would be misleading to remember my childhood Christmas trees as if they were like the woodcuts in great books or the photos of magazines. No, my childhood trees were treasured but by all standards, they had too few lights and ornaments that had been mis-packed and faded over the years.
All of this came fresh to my mind Christmas evening while sitting at Ken's house and looking at his tree and the voice out of my body was saying, "how much did pay for that tree?",,,,"that was too much" ,,,,"look at the top 10 inches, what in the world happens to it?" ,,, Ken's reply was, "Mom, tell me what you really think!"....I could not help but laugh along with Phil and Ken at the sound of my voice and the reincarnation of my Mother. Soon, everyone was laughing at the craziness of my stories about Christmas trees and my Mother.
We had such a delightful evening laughing. It was a lovely Christmas. Mira, like me, at eight years old is in charge of putting the lights and ornaments. Somethings are traditional.
Growing up in Tucson during the depression her family had a little green artificial object that sat on a table that stood in for the large living floor model. As an adult she had strong ideas of what a tree should be for the household.
Each year during my childhood I remember the discussion about a week before Christmas about the tree. Between Mother's artistic sense of perfection and Dad's idea of being frugal it took over the house for at less 24 hours. Some years it could be running for three days up to the whole of the holiday season.
Dad always bought the tree at the parish tree lot and preferred to do it about a week before Christmas hoping to get in on at less one of the markdowns that occurred for late tree buyers. These trees by nature were the looked over, passed over group. The lots were usually frozen, snowy and the tree were frequently tall green sticks with limbs tied up.
After a day of thawing in the tree stand the true shape of the tree was showing and Mother critical eye came into judgment. She would sit in a living room corner chair and as one of us stood next to the tree. We would slowly rotate it to see the best features, the fullest sized and possibly, hide the fact that the tree plainly leaning because the trunk was crook it.
Rarely, was the tree up to her standards. Of course, Mother was not about to enter a tree lot and walk on that icy surface or stand and shake snow off a dozen trees looking for perfection. She had no idea, how cold and wet a Christmas tree lot was and how early the light is gone in the December afternoon. Thank heavens, for the pool room in the basement, it got Mother's first rejections, crook it stem and all, with garbage ornaments.
Now, it would be misleading to remember my childhood Christmas trees as if they were like the woodcuts in great books or the photos of magazines. No, my childhood trees were treasured but by all standards, they had too few lights and ornaments that had been mis-packed and faded over the years.
All of this came fresh to my mind Christmas evening while sitting at Ken's house and looking at his tree and the voice out of my body was saying, "how much did pay for that tree?",,,,"that was too much" ,,,,"look at the top 10 inches, what in the world happens to it?" ,,, Ken's reply was, "Mom, tell me what you really think!"....I could not help but laugh along with Phil and Ken at the sound of my voice and the reincarnation of my Mother. Soon, everyone was laughing at the craziness of my stories about Christmas trees and my Mother.
We had such a delightful evening laughing. It was a lovely Christmas. Mira, like me, at eight years old is in charge of putting the lights and ornaments. Somethings are traditional.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
A Fairy Tale
Ellison Bay, Wisconsin has about 250 residences, is known now, as a resort town in Door County. Settled in the mid 1800's by pioneers, mostly from Scandinavian Countries that fished and did lumbering along the shores of Green Bay. Much of it's charm is due to the unchanging nature of the village since the 1940's. A few art galleries, a Pioneer Store that serves as their seven/eleven store and a couple well-known eateries plus the post office and two churches make up the village today.
Perhaps it's most famous resident is Ted Olson, the conservative, Solicitor General of President Bush. Olson was instrumental winning the Supreme Court case for Bushes first term in office. Barbara Olson his wife was a public media figure.
Barbara was on flight 77 on 9/11, and reported by Ted, to have made two short phone calls. These are very important calls because it from those calls came the words, "box cutter or cardboard cutters". These words were the reason all of us around the world now line up at airports and get searched. That is the only phone call that uses those words, that introduced those words to the world.
The FBI in a trial in 2006 enter evidence about all the phone calls on the day of 9/11. Barbara Olson made one cell phone call, it was unconnected. The plane did not have an installed phone system.
Theodore B. Olson told the world about box cutters. It is a fairy tale. The phone calls never happened. Did he lie or was he duped?
In the meantime, we have all become sheep lining up, the wool hanging over our eyes afraid to say the wrong words at the airport handing over our forgotten nail clippers, pocket knives, wine openings. All for the most famous man from Ellison Bay, Wisconsin.
The Canadian Broadcasting system has done stories on this and many short you tube stories also cover it. It is never mentioned in the United States media. The sheep herders would not allow it.
Perhaps it's most famous resident is Ted Olson, the conservative, Solicitor General of President Bush. Olson was instrumental winning the Supreme Court case for Bushes first term in office. Barbara Olson his wife was a public media figure.
Barbara was on flight 77 on 9/11, and reported by Ted, to have made two short phone calls. These are very important calls because it from those calls came the words, "box cutter or cardboard cutters". These words were the reason all of us around the world now line up at airports and get searched. That is the only phone call that uses those words, that introduced those words to the world.
The FBI in a trial in 2006 enter evidence about all the phone calls on the day of 9/11. Barbara Olson made one cell phone call, it was unconnected. The plane did not have an installed phone system.
Theodore B. Olson told the world about box cutters. It is a fairy tale. The phone calls never happened. Did he lie or was he duped?
In the meantime, we have all become sheep lining up, the wool hanging over our eyes afraid to say the wrong words at the airport handing over our forgotten nail clippers, pocket knives, wine openings. All for the most famous man from Ellison Bay, Wisconsin.
The Canadian Broadcasting system has done stories on this and many short you tube stories also cover it. It is never mentioned in the United States media. The sheep herders would not allow it.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
A long term relationship
In the early seventies my first job out of college, the second try at higher education was successful, was managing a Walden Bookstore. Actually, that period of my life could be considered getting an advance degree, that job gave me so many opportunities to learn about the world. One of the side items of this job was to keep up on all new books and what better place that the New York Times weekly book review. We sold it separately each week and I began my long relationship with the NYT.
Gradually, I found the Sunday Travel section as I was always dreaming of the day when I would be rich enough to travel. I started buying the Sunday paper just to read the travel section. I made mental notes of the places, the best priced hotels, the monuments not to miss, the little known treasures, the best travel deals, the endless list began to grow. I sometimes would cut out pieces that were featured and saved them knowing that I would someday need it. At this time, the NYT's travel section was perhaps 12 to 20 pages weekly. It was my favorite reading of the week.
Over time, I expanded my interest to the rest of the paper and enjoyed the idea that this paper represented the best of paper writing in the country. It was a paper read by all the leaders of the world and the editorials were discussed and quoted everywhere.
Where young couple of society were honeymooning, the latest plays on Broadway and what artists were on exhibit at the MET all because part of my weekly information meal. I lived beyond my physical world of Green Bay.
This relationship has had it difficult moments as when we week-ended in Door County, I learned you have to reserve a paper at the gas station or there were none to buy. Then a few years ago the NYT decided that Judith Miller was a star reporter and the paper became an extension of the propaganda machine for the war effort after 9/11. I terminated our relationship when Bill Kritol was hired to write for them. The paper had lost it focus of being the fourth estate, in my opinion.
Well, time and patience has bought me back. Those two writers are no longer on the staff and my memories of so many enjoyment moments, I gave myself a Christmas prize this year and I now get the home delivery daily of the New York Times.
Our relationship continues.
Gradually, I found the Sunday Travel section as I was always dreaming of the day when I would be rich enough to travel. I started buying the Sunday paper just to read the travel section. I made mental notes of the places, the best priced hotels, the monuments not to miss, the little known treasures, the best travel deals, the endless list began to grow. I sometimes would cut out pieces that were featured and saved them knowing that I would someday need it. At this time, the NYT's travel section was perhaps 12 to 20 pages weekly. It was my favorite reading of the week.
Over time, I expanded my interest to the rest of the paper and enjoyed the idea that this paper represented the best of paper writing in the country. It was a paper read by all the leaders of the world and the editorials were discussed and quoted everywhere.
Where young couple of society were honeymooning, the latest plays on Broadway and what artists were on exhibit at the MET all because part of my weekly information meal. I lived beyond my physical world of Green Bay.
This relationship has had it difficult moments as when we week-ended in Door County, I learned you have to reserve a paper at the gas station or there were none to buy. Then a few years ago the NYT decided that Judith Miller was a star reporter and the paper became an extension of the propaganda machine for the war effort after 9/11. I terminated our relationship when Bill Kritol was hired to write for them. The paper had lost it focus of being the fourth estate, in my opinion.
Well, time and patience has bought me back. Those two writers are no longer on the staff and my memories of so many enjoyment moments, I gave myself a Christmas prize this year and I now get the home delivery daily of the New York Times.
Our relationship continues.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Morning Light
Below my computer window are three white birch trees, one red barked Japanese maple and one very large lacy pine tree, with the moisture and the early morning light, they make a painting. We are having a sunny winter day.
I am planning an Italian dinner for Shuchi's 40th birthday. Eggplant Caponata,(mixture of cold vegs with olives ect. to put of crackers or bread) Paccheri (large tube of pasta) stuffed with tomato and Cauliflower sformato (a bechamel custard baked with cauliflower) with a birthday cake of tiramisu (bought at Costco). Today I will have to get the children to help me do a couple Italian flags for the atmosphere of the party. This thought of an Italian theme came to me yesterday went I saw some imported Italian paccheri at a grocery store. I have never cooked that before or the other recipes.
Nothing is positive in the wide world, it is all bad.
Read a quote today.
Herman Goering, Hitler’s second in command, explained the concept of war when he was standing trial at the Nuremberg Trials for war crimes,
"Oh, that is all well and good, but, voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country."
I am planning an Italian dinner for Shuchi's 40th birthday. Eggplant Caponata,(mixture of cold vegs with olives ect. to put of crackers or bread) Paccheri (large tube of pasta) stuffed with tomato and Cauliflower sformato (a bechamel custard baked with cauliflower) with a birthday cake of tiramisu (bought at Costco). Today I will have to get the children to help me do a couple Italian flags for the atmosphere of the party. This thought of an Italian theme came to me yesterday went I saw some imported Italian paccheri at a grocery store. I have never cooked that before or the other recipes.
Nothing is positive in the wide world, it is all bad.
Read a quote today.
Herman Goering, Hitler’s second in command, explained the concept of war when he was standing trial at the Nuremberg Trials for war crimes,
"Oh, that is all well and good, but, voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country."
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
What word
I read a discussion on Naked Capitalism this morning about the need for a new word to understand the greed of Wall Street Bankers. It is so overwhelming, that current terms do not handle it for our brains. Well, I only partly agree.
Corporations have only one goal and that is profit and corporations possess no conscious. I have come to believe that our Supreme Court in allowing corporations to have the privileges of persons has created this problem. Corporations are a business form that were originally design to last 20 years or less, put together investors to build a railroad for instances. When they got all the protections that an individual is guaranteed by the constitution, our way of life in America changed. Corporations have no loyalty to the community, no sense of the dedication of the workers, no concern about the air or water that would affect the future generations by their nature, Corporations are about profit.
Corporations are also sociopaths. We all are governed by doing the right thing even when no one is present because we have a conscious. We don't go though the red light, we turn in found wallets and we don't dump poisons in the water because we have a conscious.
The health insurance company that cuts off care to a sick person, a banker that tricks a person on the loan or a credit card rate and a pharmacy company that lies about research has no conscious. We living in a society that is controlled by corporations that are sociopaths. It is developed to the point that they have taken over our government starting by the Supreme Court, the Congress and now they control who gets elected President.
The only fear they have is our vote. We can with our vote punish those who act against our best interest. Is it in the interest of our country that one senator, Lieberman, rewrite a health care bill? Or is it in our interest that ten senators want a tax break included in a stimulant bill and in the end don't vote for it anyway? They simply run up the cost. Is it in our interest that corporations hire over 125 former military generals/leaders to lobby at the Pentagon?
The country is broken. All of us feel it.
We have different solutions. Punishment must be given to those that vote against our best interest is the only power we really have. That and rioting in the streets.
Corporations have only one goal and that is profit and corporations possess no conscious. I have come to believe that our Supreme Court in allowing corporations to have the privileges of persons has created this problem. Corporations are a business form that were originally design to last 20 years or less, put together investors to build a railroad for instances. When they got all the protections that an individual is guaranteed by the constitution, our way of life in America changed. Corporations have no loyalty to the community, no sense of the dedication of the workers, no concern about the air or water that would affect the future generations by their nature, Corporations are about profit.
Corporations are also sociopaths. We all are governed by doing the right thing even when no one is present because we have a conscious. We don't go though the red light, we turn in found wallets and we don't dump poisons in the water because we have a conscious.
The health insurance company that cuts off care to a sick person, a banker that tricks a person on the loan or a credit card rate and a pharmacy company that lies about research has no conscious. We living in a society that is controlled by corporations that are sociopaths. It is developed to the point that they have taken over our government starting by the Supreme Court, the Congress and now they control who gets elected President.
The only fear they have is our vote. We can with our vote punish those who act against our best interest. Is it in the interest of our country that one senator, Lieberman, rewrite a health care bill? Or is it in our interest that ten senators want a tax break included in a stimulant bill and in the end don't vote for it anyway? They simply run up the cost. Is it in our interest that corporations hire over 125 former military generals/leaders to lobby at the Pentagon?
The country is broken. All of us feel it.
We have different solutions. Punishment must be given to those that vote against our best interest is the only power we really have. That and rioting in the streets.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
100 years
The first Seattle World's Fair was in 1909. It is famous for a few things like making money while being a non-alcoholic event and a major show of trade for the Pacific countries mainly Japan. Finally, it was built on now what is the campus of the University of Washington. That campus is widely thought as one of the most beautiful campuses of the U.S. partly because of the views and the lay out of boulevards that go back to the fair. All these facts are minor in a way, compared to one little recorded in history, the car race.
This fair offered the first cross country automobile race from New York City to Seattle with a large purse to the winner. Most of the companies entering cars had names long forgotten by all except car officiators and most of those cars were very heavy over 3,000 lbs. There was one odd entry, by an unknown man named Henry Ford, weighting around 1,000 lbs.
The race was over land without roads, markers or help. Endless muddy, being lost and breakdowns though the plains, desert and mountains.
In the end, the nearly bankrupt Henry Ford's car came in second. The publicity was overwhelming and he got the needed financing to start production. A few days later, his car was disqualified because they had changed the engine during the course of the race. History was on the move and coming in second or being disqualified did not change the outcome.
Henry Ford started building the model T, all 15 million of them, for the next 19 years.
One foot note to cars, I read last week that people that have long commutes in heavy traffic are more likely to get brain tumors. It is the fine particles that they breathe the article said.
Now, I feel more comfortable using my cell phone after reading this as the cause of brain tumors.
This fair offered the first cross country automobile race from New York City to Seattle with a large purse to the winner. Most of the companies entering cars had names long forgotten by all except car officiators and most of those cars were very heavy over 3,000 lbs. There was one odd entry, by an unknown man named Henry Ford, weighting around 1,000 lbs.
The race was over land without roads, markers or help. Endless muddy, being lost and breakdowns though the plains, desert and mountains.
In the end, the nearly bankrupt Henry Ford's car came in second. The publicity was overwhelming and he got the needed financing to start production. A few days later, his car was disqualified because they had changed the engine during the course of the race. History was on the move and coming in second or being disqualified did not change the outcome.
Henry Ford started building the model T, all 15 million of them, for the next 19 years.
One foot note to cars, I read last week that people that have long commutes in heavy traffic are more likely to get brain tumors. It is the fine particles that they breathe the article said.
Now, I feel more comfortable using my cell phone after reading this as the cause of brain tumors.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
How would they measure up?
Last night, the senators did their work for the health care industry and the reason we know that is we can see what the stock market did today. This group of legislators working in behalf of their sponsors took off the hands of the insurance companies another group of high risk people, all of them over age 55. The voting public can be told that change has happened, that all senators deserve re-election and all insurance companies will continue to operate as money laundries doing nothing for anyone's health.
I wonder how these individuals would survive in on their own or in a small community where each person has to prove their valor and skill? Wonder how they would measure of against the figures in history, these great men of our country?
Jack Weatherford wrote a brilliant book called GENGHIS KHAH AND THE MAKING OF THE MODERN WORLD. We were told in grade school that Genghis Khan ruthless nomad warrior and looted the civilized world. The Mongol army never numbered more than 100,000 warriors, yet they subjugated more lands and people in twenty-five years than the Romans conquered in four hundred. If we understood this fact alone it would make sense to study his genius and apply some of it to today's world, seems The United States like to be at war continuously.
Secondly, Genghis Khan formed governments with laws above rulers, freedoms and educational systems, institutionalize free trade, encourage religious freedom. The list of his accomplishments are too long write here. One thing I admire is simple, the Mongols never forced their language, their gods, their architectural style- their culture- on the conquered territories unlike the Romans, the British , the Dutch or the Spanish or dare I say the Americans. They did spread knowledge of medicine, science, music and crafts to local people everywhere unlike like other civilizations that did it mainly in a centralize capitol.
There was a book in the 70's that listed the most important individuals that ever lived, Genghis Khan made the top of the list. The reason was he united the eastern or western parts of the earth and started trade routes that spread all knowledge, trade and food. Guess the book is out of print. The way the religious wars of recent times have started up again, whoever published an updated verision, would put their leader as the top man, no doubt!
I wonder how these individuals would survive in on their own or in a small community where each person has to prove their valor and skill? Wonder how they would measure of against the figures in history, these great men of our country?
Jack Weatherford wrote a brilliant book called GENGHIS KHAH AND THE MAKING OF THE MODERN WORLD. We were told in grade school that Genghis Khan ruthless nomad warrior and looted the civilized world. The Mongol army never numbered more than 100,000 warriors, yet they subjugated more lands and people in twenty-five years than the Romans conquered in four hundred. If we understood this fact alone it would make sense to study his genius and apply some of it to today's world, seems The United States like to be at war continuously.
Secondly, Genghis Khan formed governments with laws above rulers, freedoms and educational systems, institutionalize free trade, encourage religious freedom. The list of his accomplishments are too long write here. One thing I admire is simple, the Mongols never forced their language, their gods, their architectural style- their culture- on the conquered territories unlike the Romans, the British , the Dutch or the Spanish or dare I say the Americans. They did spread knowledge of medicine, science, music and crafts to local people everywhere unlike like other civilizations that did it mainly in a centralize capitol.
There was a book in the 70's that listed the most important individuals that ever lived, Genghis Khan made the top of the list. The reason was he united the eastern or western parts of the earth and started trade routes that spread all knowledge, trade and food. Guess the book is out of print. The way the religious wars of recent times have started up again, whoever published an updated verision, would put their leader as the top man, no doubt!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Leprechauns
"Grandma, do you believe in leprechauns?", asked by six year old grandson, Ahman.
"Of course, I do and I also believe in a tree frogs that I hear that lives near here. I hear them all the time. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I have seen tree frogs but I have never seen a leprechaun but I believe in them."
"I believe in things I have never seen, Ahman" I answered.
"Me, too. I know there are leprechaun because last St. Patrick's Day I couldn't find anything green to wear and yet I never got pinched. It is because the leprechaun likes me because I am a good drummer."
"Probably, the reason."
"Do you know how tall they are?"
"No."
"As tall as my arm. You want to know something else, Grandma, the leprechaun left me two KitKats on the drums one day. They were just sitting there for me."
"I thought your favorite candy bar was Snicker."
"Nope, I switched to KitKats."
It is wonderful to have people in my life that believe in Leprechauns, Elves, Tooth Fairies and Angels.
"Of course, I do and I also believe in a tree frogs that I hear that lives near here. I hear them all the time. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I have seen tree frogs but I have never seen a leprechaun but I believe in them."
"I believe in things I have never seen, Ahman" I answered.
"Me, too. I know there are leprechaun because last St. Patrick's Day I couldn't find anything green to wear and yet I never got pinched. It is because the leprechaun likes me because I am a good drummer."
"Probably, the reason."
"Do you know how tall they are?"
"No."
"As tall as my arm. You want to know something else, Grandma, the leprechaun left me two KitKats on the drums one day. They were just sitting there for me."
"I thought your favorite candy bar was Snicker."
"Nope, I switched to KitKats."
It is wonderful to have people in my life that believe in Leprechauns, Elves, Tooth Fairies and Angels.
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