*Yes. My name usually has two l’s.*
I just thought I’d share RW’s latest love letter with you.
I just thought I’d share RW’s latest love letter with you.
That envelope is a hum dinger, eh?
RW’s magnificent, shy and kind rookie brother and fellow smokejumper drew this up for me. I’m enchanted by it. Cap needs some encouragement, my friends, can we all put our hands together for him and tell him to never quit drawing. Ever.
*clap clap clap*
Also, he is a track and field star, lives in Tucson and is relatively single (though he informed me his girl situation is complicated…whatever that means…I think it means he’s single or can do better…). So if you’re in Tucson and you want to date one of the best fellows on the planet, please contact me at thenoisyplume@gmail.com and I’ll arrange a blind date for you in autumn.
Why?
Well. Because.
I believe in love.
And this fellow deserves love.
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Righto.
Funny anecdote that will make you snicker (and swoon because a man handling a baby thing is always very touching):
A couple of weeks ago RW and a few other boys were out with their base manager doing something to a fire look-out tower on the top of a mountain. When they pried a board off a wall of the tower, they found a chipmunk nest. RW’s boss took a stick, poked the nest and eventually found a baby chipmunk in it. He reached out, stroked it gently with one finger and said:
It won’t bite.
He scooped it up, put it in his pocket and took it home to his little girls.
I officially have baby chipmunk envy.
I am also incessantly pestering RW about finding me a helpless baby critter in the woods to care for, it doesn’t even have to be a chipmunk, it could be an owlet or a star nosed mole or a young bison. Whatever. I just want something wild and fresh living with me here at The Gables.
*Apparently, Mister Belsby also has a pet flying squirrel he rescued as a baby from the forest…what have I got to do to rescue wild infantile critters??!!! You may or may not believe this, but I watch for them all the time when I’m out and about. I have since I was 12 when I used to scour the banks of the Saskatchewan River for owlets — just like Farley Mowat.*
*Apparently, Mister Belsby also has a pet flying squirrel he rescued as a baby from the forest…what have I got to do to rescue wild infantile critters??!!! You may or may not believe this, but I watch for them all the time when I’m out and about. I have since I was 12 when I used to scour the banks of the Saskatchewan River for owlets — just like Farley Mowat.*
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And in review:
I watched this and it was very good but disturbing (only because it was so real and set in normal, present day). I can’t help it, I think Carey Mulligan is so extraordinary. Every role she’s ever had has been utterly compelling. What ever “it” is, she has it. Watch it.
One of my dear, long distance friends sent it to me.
Not only is the story gritty, breathtakingly beautiful and heartbreakingly real, but it’s beautifully structured and composed.
I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m utterly haunted in every way.
And I love my dogs.
And I’m ever more afraid of rogue pit bulls (but think about it, the breed was bred to fight for centuries…you’re going to have those instincts surface from time to time…) (urp…that’s a sensational topic, isn’t it…).
Most of all, when the author described herself as a gregarious hermit, I understood her. Fully.
Just pick up a copy.
Ukulele and Eddie!!!
I like it because it makes me feel like a feisty, countrified pineapple salad.
Just give it a hear.
Ok?
Ok.
I have to run,
I told Penelope we’d play Scrabble.
She likes to use big words like onomatopoeia.
She likes to use big words like onomatopoeia.
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