Yesterday we had a very successful children’s event with Olivia the Pig (from Ian Falconer’s popular storybooks http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780689829536) as a costumed character. If you think you may encounter Olivia yourself some time in the future, know this: Her ears are huge. Seriously, she has an ear-span of at least three-and-a-half feet and inadvertently swept pictures from the walls, got stuck in doorways, and had a near miss with a fluorescent light fixture, prompting one of our vegetarian employees to predict: “mmm… bacon.”
The kids really liked her. There were one or two who felt overwhelmed by her looming presence, but she was pretty popular. The young’uns made a book mark craft & ate pizza & heard stories and went home happy. All 50 or 60 of them.
I am still recovering. Literally – stomach flu has been going around the lower grades this week and you guessed it, I got it. I’d planned all sorts of projects for today, but this is probably the only one I’ll get to.
On the up side – the craft portion of yesterday’s festivities left our basement-level event space blessedly free of glue. Self-adhesive stickers are a wonderful thing. I often ask Suzanne (who does all of the hands-on stuff involved with our events for children, because she is a saint), how she manages not to wind up in a veritable pool of glue and paint and uncooked macaroni by the time a craft-event is over. Why don’t we just cover the kids in glue as soon as they walk in the door & then roll them in glitter? You get the same effect. It’d be a real time saver.
This time there was no glue or glitter, and though today I am drained and wan, there are no sparkly bits stuck in my hair. That’s so nice.
I work in a very old building, at least by American standards. It’s pre-civil war. There was a catastrophic fire in our little town long, long ago, and a local philanthropist offered to (if I have this right) Roof People’s Houses For Free. I guess a big risk-factor for burning down at the time was roofing shingles. I know beans about the history of roofs, so I’m thinking maybe they were wood or tar paper. There’s a lot of slate around here though… Anyway, Philanthropist Guy offered clay tile roofs – the fireproof wave of the future – for next to nothing.
Which is why the building I work in has a tile roof. Otherwise known as: Squirrel Condos.
I really like the squirrels, and don’t mind them (or the birds) living up there at all. I’m inside, they’re outside; all is just ducky.
Because this is a suburban environment, there are various electrical, phone & cable wires strung from the tops of structures to a number of telephone poles. In a marvelous example of adaptive behavior, the squirrels have made the one outside my window their super-highway.
Even this one squirrel who’s missing part of his tail gets around up there. If you’re a city dweller, you might wonder what animals have tails for. I’ll tell you: balance. So Stubby is like the weaving drunk who you think you should help cross the street, but maybe he’s ok on his own… nope: going over… no, he’s got it… maybe… whew, he’s across.
Squirrel has his day all planned out. He has regular errands, and lurches madly across the wire outside my window about once an hour. If he chimed, you could call him a grandfather squirrel. And though I have entertained notions of going outside with a catcher’s mitt on occasion Just in Case, so far he has performed his high-wire antics admirably.
I love nature.