Life. Now with 20% more pointless oddities!

My father sent the kidlet a pair of tiny latex gloves. One's green and one's blue. I have no idea where he found latex gloves small enough for a four-year-old's hands.

The kidlet decided that the best thing to do with a pair of child-size latex gloves was to fill them about a third full of water, wrap rubber bands around the wrists, and put them in the freezer.

Of course they aren't well closed, and they leak a bit. When I got tired of the game, I picked them up off the child-level shelf and put them up high in the freezer to keep them out of sight until I could get a chance to throw them out when the kidlet isn't looking.

Which is why I opened the freezer door this morning and saw two little wrinkly child-sized hands spilling runnels of ice down the back of the freezer.

House dreams

Have just read Commodore Hornblower and am now trying to get England and Prussia to have sex. Fortunately they can't reproduce.

In other news, I'm in a phase where I can't wait to go to sleep.

All my life, my dreams have been very vivid and entertaining and mostly very pleasant. But they're even more so now. Nearly every night for weeks now I've been dreaming that I unexpectedly find myself the owner of an old house.

I can't begin to tell you how much pleasure I get from these dreams.

( The houses are all different, and all vividly real, and they're all eccentric, in the way of old houses. )

Four truths and a lie

I can't resist this one.

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