I'm Just Sayin' 2: slacking

Saturday, September 5, 2009

slacking

Wow! I had no idea it has been so long since I'd last posted to this ramble.
Today, September 5, 2009, is the Saturday of Labor Day Weekend. I am with Bill and Duffy house/pet-sitting for my brother, Mike. The Mother comes to visit with me every day I'm here, which is always wonderful. In fact, I am not going home with Bill and Duffy on Monday - I'll be going over to The Mother's house to stay with her for several days. We get along very well and we talk about everything under the stars. She does her crossword puzzles while I am online a lot of the time. We like the same TV shows, so we watch some of them together and of course, we watch the Yankee games. She takes very good care of me. (I need that) ;o)
The Mother likes to have company, so it works for her, and her house has no stairs, which is really good for me. I always look forward to the visits and I'm very happy that my Mom looks forward to them, too.
I do miss my DVR system and all the channels I have at home, but then, she has cool channels that I don't get at home, so it's all good.
I'm going to stop right now because Mom and I are switching back and forth between US Open tennis (Sharapova/Melanie Oudin (who is 17!) and the Yankee game. The Yankees turned into the New York Stinkies last night against Toronto, at least we're ahead today 2-zip in the top of the 4th, Andy Pettite pitching for us.
Back latah - off to tennis/baseball

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What is REAL?

THE VELVETEEN RABBIT
by Margery Williams

(this starts at the point when the Skin Horse and the Rabbit are talking)

The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him.