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I dreamed that you, you, and you moved down to Texas to live with me (probably from recent emailing about the move). Y'all came roaring in around midnight in a van painted with red candy apples all over it. Cool van, I say. Like the Mystery Machine, says Lor. Betsy hollers Where's the blender, pretty lady??? as she comes running in the door. Lor and Bob come in with all sorts of boxes filled with garlands and hula skirts (I blame the beatnik's tiki icon for that). Lor's asking for Larry's number (my tattoo guy) and Bob's got these boss blue braids that stand straight up from her head (perhaps a dream reference from watching The Tick last night?). I'm in the middle of taking clothes out of the dryer and I realize that I've washed and dried all of my clothes on the hangers. Weird. Then Bob proceeds to explain that she's going to make a pitcher of Margarita Jumpers. What is a Margarita Jumper, you ask? I don't know either...but it's some sort of concoction made with margarita mix, tequila, mango syrup, crushed ice and ginger ale...they were delish. That's all I remember.
High point of the day so far: my big hug from a little girl who was in Max's class last year. I usually walk Max to class in the mornings and I see her as she comes in. I painted the kids' faces last year at the Christmas party....dressed up in my best red velvety sparkly stuff because kids love that. I remember the day of the party, she asked me "Are you magic?" And I said, "Of course I am! Everyone is, but some people just don't know they are." She nodded her head as if to say Yeah, I know. So this sweet little girl stops me in the hall every time she sees me now and wraps her tiny ams around my neck. Today she gave me a single pink bead. "I found this," she said. "Why, it's a treasure!" I exclaimed with much fanfare, "Thank you!" She walked away beaming. Magic. Pure magic. : )
High point of the day so far: my big hug from a little girl who was in Max's class last year. I usually walk Max to class in the mornings and I see her as she comes in. I painted the kids' faces last year at the Christmas party....dressed up in my best red velvety sparkly stuff because kids love that. I remember the day of the party, she asked me "Are you magic?" And I said, "Of course I am! Everyone is, but some people just don't know they are." She nodded her head as if to say Yeah, I know. So this sweet little girl stops me in the hall every time she sees me now and wraps her tiny ams around my neck. Today she gave me a single pink bead. "I found this," she said. "Why, it's a treasure!" I exclaimed with much fanfare, "Thank you!" She walked away beaming. Magic. Pure magic. : )
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I would love to come visit you, pretty lady.
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but i think the little pink bead is the best - what are you going to do with it? it deserves a place of honor.
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I have a treasure from my childhood.....a neclace that someone I admired gave to me. I still have it. I bet she'll never forget you. It's a wonderful thing when we're able to touch a young life in that way...
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The Magic Bead
A year or more ago, we had a pet crow. A fledgling casualty, fallen high out of a nest in a tree. We could not return him since the tree was too high, so we raised him. He was later killed by a wild animal, but he was always a constant source of amusement for the kids and we loved him dearly.
And one of my favourite memories of Henry, was of him with my niece and nephew in their sea of toys and hopping back between Barbies and Star Wars Toys and the kids saying in a parent-like tone "HENRY, gimme back Luke Skywalker!" "HENRY, bring back Barbies SHOE!" pretending to be so upset but loving every moment of it.
I guess she remembered that too.
I love all the little treasures children bring you. The things they find and believe are magical...beads, feathers...I think those sort of heartfelt treasures are so much more important then the forced gifts on holidays. They truly are the treasures. And I believe them to be highly magical.
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Oh, and I have a book question for you. I saw a first edition (according to the listing on Ebay) Yeats being auctioned. The price seemed really low and there weren't that many details about it, plus it was a first-time seller. What would a first edition of his go for, do you think? (You don't have to answer this if you don't want to....kinda like me getting asked for legal advice, so feel free to ignore me. : ) But if you don't mind giving me some guidance, I'd appreciate it. )
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2. Why don't Keats and Yeats rhyme? I find this very troubling!
3. I need more info on the 1st ed. --which one is it? What condition? feel free to e-mail me with the info or respond here (though you may drive the price up "advertising" it here. Send, the title, publisher, year and stated condition. I'll be able to give you some idea of its worth after I know what book it is. Most likely it's a first ed. later in his career (after he became famous) when the printing sizes were large --or is it a posthumous book? It might be in bad condition (ex-lib. for example) or maybe it's a "first editon thus" (in that format) and not a true first edition.
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That was lovely Cate.
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Thought it was perfect for your entry. And this one was found in the same post. It doesn't apply, but I thought you'd appreciate it:
Loved this post, Cate,
Anois
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