Deep Sky Anchor

Apparently, Elaine thinks Santa comes up the stairs on the 1st of December; I found 48 cents and a card for him at the top of the stairwell.

Elaine is watching the end of The Last Unicorn, shouting at the screen, “Save them! Go! Go! Go! Save them, unicorn! Save them!”

My cats may like my ocarina, but my big orange Sheltie hates it. It’s harder to practice with his constant heckling rattling me.

The baby was jealous of my toothbrush so I gave him one. He figured out that if he holds it by the bristle end, he can club things with it.

The baby likes chewing on my desk. I think he’s a termite.

After more than a month of focused reading, Elaine has run out of Calvin and Hobbes. Now I have to figure out something for her to read next…

Shel Silverstein’s books of poetry are working as a stop-gap measure for now.

“Today is Hobbes’ birthday! For one of his presents, we got married! So it’s also our wedding day!” –Elaine

Only twelve years late, I finally finished Star Trek: Voyager.

There were some real low points in there that made it hard to get through, but it pulled itself together pretty well by the end. And it had some really good sci-fi, mostly involving photonic lifeforms, that was very much worth watching. I’ll miss it. It was patchy. But it was Star Trek.

The child declared, “I’m going to try to draw a flower with this paper bag over my head!” A minute later, distressed cries as if the world were ending: “Oh no!!! It doesn’t look very good!!!”

“This must be my first day of ever liking cucumbers!” — Elaine