Saturday, May 21, 2022
A Felted Dog
Well I am a little rough around the edges this morning, having gone out with some co-workers last night for a departmental happy hour -- which somehow turned into happy five hours. Everything was discussed, including Covid, Ukraine, the political situation of the world, you name it. (This was after a week in which we all underwent mandatory instruction in how to remain politically neutral and welcoming of all viewpoints in the classroom.) It was very fun and I haven't been out with everyone in months, so it felt long overdue.
We have a "no eating" rule in our library, and I am routinely busting kids for sneaking in snacks. Normally it's a bag of crisps (potato chips) or a sandwich or a pastry from one of the nearby coffee shops, and my radar-like ears can hear the crinkly wrappers when they open them. But yesterday two boys came in with take-away boxes from the cafeteria, sat down at a table, opened them up -- and they were full of whole boiled potatoes, which seemed like the most bizarre thing for teenage boys to eat as a mid-morning snack.
I went over and told them, "Guys, I've caught people eating a lot of different kinds of food, but this is the first time I've ever seen someone bring in boxes of potatoes."
One said, "BUT WE'RE HUNGRY!"
It struck me as funny, but maybe you had to be there. I sent them outside where presumably they ate their potatoes.
I found this little guy at the bus stop on my way home last night. He's surprisingly dense for such a small toy. Linda Sue, you're the felting expert -- this is felted, right? He has joined a shelf of other small stuffed creatures that I've picked up here and there.
Dave and I have signed our new lease, and we're now waiting for the landlords to sign. (I'm sure they will since they offered the extension.) It's nice to know we're secure living here for another year.
Oh, and speaking of housing, a "for sale" sign has gone up at the Mystery Mansion. (Or was it already up when I took my picture and I just wasn't paying attention? That seems hard to fathom.) In any case, I found the listing for the house. If you click that link and then "view photos," you can see pictures of what it looks like inside. It's not pretty, but they offer helpful CGI renderings of what it could look like with about a million pounds worth of renovations. (After you spend £5 million to buy the house itself.) The CGI also assumes someone spiffs up the boarded-up place next door, because that's not part of the listing.
(Top photo: Hostas in the garden on a rainy morning.)