I love big brotherly advice:
"Be good and don't do anything I wouldn't do unless it will give me some entertainment." Thomas Stengl
Can there be anything more endearing?
My dear Ruthie came and visited me over the weekend, and we painted the town red together . . . well, maybe not quite. But I certainly DID stop painting myself green long enough to have some fun with her. We went to the Pro-life festival for a bit and were left with rather a blah impression . . . but she returned for Jeremy Camp and enjoyed him . . . I'm such a coward though . . . the lights and noise looked scary to me, what with my hearing trouble and former introvert ways and whatnot . . . so I didn't go.  Bad me.
But my hearing is starting to clear up a little. REJOICE! It's not perfect by any means, but I can hear a little better once more. HOORAH!!!! Now I don't have to turn my opera up to full blast and scare all the little Masterworks people crawling about my art building!
But Ruthie and I had lots and lots of fun, and stayed up WAY too late so that we didn't have time to attend my church . . . so when we finally staggered out of bed and beautified ourselves, we went to hers instead, CCC, and that was fun!
While there I had the most funnest experience . . . let me tell you. This darling little girl in red came up to me and patted my hand. I looked down and smiled. "Hello, sweetie! How are you?" I didn't know her, nor did she know me, but she said, "I really like your dress and your flower." I was in pink with a flower in my hair . . . think "flower fairy" again. Said the little girl, "When I grow up, I want to have a dress and flower like that too!"
I melted. All over. "Well, I'm trying to be a princess," I told her. "You can be a princess too if you want. You look like one in your dress and hairbow." That made her happy, and she went away smiling.
I love little children!
Maybe I should stick to that age instead of junior highers? Pre-schoolers and kindergarteners don't call me, "Mrs. Frankenstein." No, it's only the junior high boys who do that, not the girls, and I grew up with all brothers, so I have a thicker skin than you'd think!
I have seen and flirted with two--count them--TWO cats in the past few days! The feline fanatic in me is purring! One of them belongs to my downstairs neighbor, of all unfairnesses, but it was sitting in the window the other night, and I called to it, and it pressed its nose to the screen, and we had a polite conversation in cat. The other was a marmalade-ish creature sleeping amongst my tiger lillies, and I've been meaning to make friends with him all summer . . . and I spoke to him, and he came and rubbed on me and permitted me to pet him and . . . and . . . and I was very happy . . . and very allergic. Why is it that I must be allergic to my best friends? And when I AM a cat too, it makes it all the more difficult . . . .
Worked a straight today, so I'm starting to get a little bit slooooooower . . . I think I'll go try to write a little, or maybe pretend to be an artist and draw some . . . first I have to walk home in the rain . . . .
Behave yourselves until we meet again! | 
