Happy Birthday!

To our beloved and multitalented relative Brian Marks; happy thirteenth!

Listen Up, Fowl

It's one thing if you guys are going to start hanging out in my local pond...after all, I'm not lookin' to live there...go ahead. But..but hey..don' be hangin' out in fronna my house like this. Now I'm growing, shall we say, concerned. I live blocks from the water. You might very well scare my cat. Don't be making a habit of this.

Yes, I Realize This Isn't A Bonnet

For really excellent photos of the Easter parade along with fabulous tales about all the bonnets and their owners,

click here and visit my brother's site.

I put a few shots (which are not all shoes) on my Flickr site. Go hit that badge on the left there.

WWW

Today, that stands for We Welcome Wyatt to the world!
Our newest nephew, born an hour and a half ago.

My Kitteh

Poor Fiona looks quite like a giant kangaroo rat or some such here, but in fact she's just enjoying a springtime wriggle on the pavement, not rehearsing a Shakespearean death scene.

And How Did I Miss This?

Apparently this has been going on since at least 2006, and I'm only hearing about it now? They should dispense with the food and just haul people up and down, maybe in big recliners equipped with joysticks that allow the passengers to control their orientation up, down, etc. Wouldn't that be more fun than trying to eat oysters with a brisk wind blowing in your face?

Milne in Russian

This is something to watch, that's for sure. Completely reworked, even sweeter, but utterly familiar.

Driven Indoors

At loose ends for the day, had a quick snoop around the garden to check on the spring bulbs (peeking through) but then the rain started in again so I found myself in the kitchen, with a fistful of lasagna noodles and a gleam in my eye. As a result, DH will see dinner on the table tonight, after this goes in the oven.


Later, the rainy ducking-out to the mailbox was rewarded with a package! Yay! The buffalo-nickel button covers I'd ordered from an etsy seller.

Breaking News

Rats. Playdate cancelled due to illness. The little ones will be visiting the pediatrician, instead.

So alas, the only chubby cheeks I'll see today will be on this little guy, the title page illustration of an English literature anthology printed in London in 1793.

Saturday Already?

Thought I was "baby-sitting" today for my two youngest nephews, but it turns out that term really dates you; instead, I "have a play-date," which sounds like a lot more fun, although it will probably still involve changing a diaper. We shall see.

Meanwhile, here's a photo of another Random Book From the Stacks, this one written by The Old Soak, a character belonging to Don Marquis, the writer of archy and mehitabel, and himself an inimitable character.

Next Week: The Cabinets Under My Kitchen Sink!

Just kidding. But I do want to update you on the fridge contents: DH made vegetarian meatloaf, mashed potatoes and string beans for dinner last night, and above you'll see a shot of the bacon's ultimate fate, as French toast accompaniment this morning. Sorry that one's not quite in focus, but it was still before 9 a.m. on a Sunday. A beautiful Sunday, sunny and brisk and almost spring, as evidenced by this, the first one to bloom in the yard: