I wonder what the new year holds. I’m piddling, going
through some videos. Boop has her DVD of the Wiggles playing and is simultaneously
playing her Wiggles guitar (Lights of New York + Fruit Salad (Wiggles) + Over
in the Meadow (Wiggles) = nutty Kim). Boop loves Fruit Salad, but Paul looks unhealthy
in the video--makes me a little sad every time I watch. Hm. Divebomber seems so
pleasantly familiar. Such a sweetie. ENTJ? Maybe my cheap butt will break down
and buy the album. But this little squirrel is storing away acorns for winter. I
haven’t bought any albums in a long while.
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| Strapped to me is about the only way she'll be still. |
I was just reading a bit about wild goose chases. I’ve been
on a few. Interesting note about wild goose chases: it’s not really about
hunting, like I thought. It’s a form of a 16th century horse race
where all the other horses chase after a crazy lead horse. That’s about as far
as I got in the explanation. It helps if you know which wild goose you’re
supposed to be chasing, and I haven’t been really sure. I wonder if there is
ever a winner in such a race or how you can tell. Do the other horses ever
catch up to the lead horse? I have no idea how that’s done. I bet it’s pretty
amusing to watch, but it’s not fun to be one of the horses on the chase. Boop
is a bit of a crazy horse, herself, and if I don’t run interference, she might
tear the house down.
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