Ramblin's

Good morning friends,

If nature were Narnia, Aslan would be having a lobster dinner tonight! However, I no longer resemble the big cat; my whiskers have whisked themselves away – frightened by me gesturing at them with a razor with spoon-like dullness. It was the personal hygiene version of the mob scene from Frankenstein – without the torches.
If ever he had to witness such a face-mangling debacle I bet ol’ Sweeny Todd would be turning in his pie.

In other news, I’m gonna call my absence “Summer Break”. Me Ma came out to visit, a great time as always. Got to cross Boston with a top hat full of books! How cool is that? The secret of me Ma is that she sees everything. The trick is trying to get her to tell me what she has seen. Usually asking “What do you see?” works pretty well, but I suspect she’ll soon notice that I’m always asking her that, especially in social settings and grocery stores. If I ever become a crazy old sage, or a mother (?) I hope my children will ask me my view of things while I’m feeling up avocados and checking the dates on the milk. Reason 231 why I don’t want kids…

If you’re in Boston, go see the Free Shakespeare in the park! If you’re not in Boston, come to Boston and see the Free Shakespeare in the park!

Tootles!