This is our backyard this morning, only I took this picture before a dense fog rolled in. It’s about 11 degrees outside. Cold, snowy, and a perfect day for a day off from school for Amy. Only the school district here does not believe in snow days.
It’s sad, because as a kid, I remember the excitement of listening to the radio and waiting for the much anticipated announcement that school would be closed for the day due to snow. I think every kid deserves that experience. Only once, since Amy started kindergarten 11 years ago, have the schools here been closed because of snow. And even then, the announcement did not come by way of the radio, but as a posting on her school’s webpage. Hardly the same thing.
Do you remember snow days when you were a kid?
Friday, I went thrifting with my friend Paula, and I found these bookends. I thought they were so fun, and they are perfect for making me feel like I’m on a sunny beach somewhere. Maybe I’ll use them to organize my travel books on Hawaii.
And then I found this little guy. I went back and forth over whether to get him or not. I found him both cute, but not cute at the same time. I’d pick him up, and then put him down. Finally I decided against him, and Paula actually said she was proud of me. At the last minute though, I went back for him. If I wasn’t going to rescue him, who would, I wondered? I have to admit as I carried him to the checkout stand I put his little face towards me so as to avoid any stares of dismay from other shoppers over my decision.
And now I’m so glad he is mine. If you turn him upside down there is a name-Doris Thompson-and the year 1975. I Googled the name for fun, and as it turns out there was a Doris Thompson, from Maryland. I found her obituary, and learned that one of her hobbies was ceramics. Her husband died in 1975. I wonder if he was a sailor? Doris had many, many grandchildren and great grand children. It’s possible, I suppose, that one of them ended up with this little guy and he somehow ended up in another part of the United States. Pure speculation on my part, but it’s fun to imagine…
Now the question is-if he’s to be my mascot, he needs a suitable name. Any ideas?
Happy Monday-and I hope all of you have a great week!