I mentioned the little army guy I keep vacuuming up? He was vacuumed up on three separate occasions. Each time the vacuum would do its little crackly sputter of "I don't like this type of thing" and spit him out. He is puny -- not the size of your normal army guy. He is actually only about 1/2 inch. Anyway, after the last close call, I put him safely (or so I thought) on a dresser upstairs. Next thing I know, I am downstairs and I step on something a little poky. Sure enough -- it is the young sniper again. He matches our carpet and it is a bit shaggy, so it really isn't a safe place for the soldier -- unless he is trying to hide from the enemy. The trouble is, contrary to what he might think, the enemy is not other small carpet dwellers who he must hide from. The enemy is a very loud large thing that sucks carpet hiders up and away. His only safety lies in being visible. I bring the fellow to Abe's direct attention -- mentioning just how close he has come to death and that Abe really ought to keep him somewhere safe and I think that is that since Abe is not one to be careless with his precious earthly posessions. But then today, I am doing laundry and I pull out our long lint filter thing only to find the brave little hero hidden in masses of lint! All I could say to the little guy is, "Are you serious!?" We have collected billions of toys by this stage of our kid's lives and many of the toys are very very small. What is going on with this little soldier that it is he, and he alone, having all these close calls? After this final lint episode I find myself feeling oddly protective of him and nervous that soon the hand of fate will neglect him just long enough for his number to be up. And, in other news -- nice snack, Penny (that's right, she somehow managed to get her hands on a nice block of cheese).
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I like that solider and his perserverance.
I also like getting little glimpses at your new house - like your way nice kitchen tile and granite countertops that I am so jealous of. And when you talk of the carpet, I think I can picture it, army guy and all.
I think you should do a house tour, kind of like you did with your WA neighborhood. And be sure to post pictures of any secret passageways or the like. Because that is surely what makes a house INTERESTING!!!!! (Even to people like the mail lady!)
I think the soldier actually comes to life in the night and is trying to break free!
that soldier is lucky not to be here. i would have thrown him away in irritation by now--except not now because now he has proven to have some sort of magical powers and should always be kept as a talisman in a your purse or some place.
yah, shan, that is totally what I'm sayin' -- at first I was like, "arrggh, what is this darn soldier doing again" but after today I am like, "nothing must ever happen to you, soldier. you will stay with me from here on out."
I know how you feel, being all protective of you little soldier boy. I can't stand losing things. The boys had a mini Chewbaka at church on sunday-he is small enough to be your little soldier's friend- and when I thought they had lost him I was so upset. Luckily he was hidden behind the chair leg. Maybe because they are so small we are more protective of them than if they were large enough to watch out for themselves.
I loved, loved this blog, you write so well. I think you should send this in to some sort of magazine, Parents, Ladies Home Journal, Playboy? I don't know, but you just have such a clever style and wit to your musings.
Love ya
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