|Oooh, it's cold out here!!! Can I go and hibernate now?|
Let me think of them:
- Climb the stairs over and over again. After all, why go to a gym when you've got this great piece of exercise equipment right in the house?
- Make stuff with yarn.
- Draw and paint.
- Watch soap operas.
- Bake cookies.
- Bake brownies.
- Eat items mentioned just above and gain a million pounds.
- Read lots of books.
- Play games on the internet
- Take pictures of stuffed animals.
|Valentine Bear enjoys the refreshments at the book club meeting at the Grand Island public library. Mmmm, chocolate!!|
|No weather disaster can deter a Stuffed Bear party.|
So, now that winter appears to be behind us ( I don't want to tempt fate by making a definitive announcement about the end of winter), it's time to turn to life being a constant adventure. Last week, I went to downtown Buffalo. mainly because I needed to buy some art supplies. As I was walking down Ellicott Street, I encountered a rather hazardous street crossing. So I decided to take a detour through the library to avoid that street crossing.
The downtown library has been remodeled and is awesome! It has a cafe and little bookstore and interesting exhibits. But I really was just walking through when, all of a sudden, I came face to face with a life size and very realistic looking reproduction of the... Wicked Witch of the West!!!
|In half an hour, those slippers will be mine! All mine!|
Wait a second. I don't have a Little Dog and I'm not sure about the Pretty part, either. But my neighbors on both sides have Little Dogs and they are Little Yippy dogs... enough to annoy any self-respecting Wicked Witch of the West... or Northwest... probably Northwest... isn't where the polar vortex originate? And that was highly wicked. So, knowing that the Wicked Witch wasn't going to steal my cat, I walked right up to her. I nearly said something nonsensical, along the lines of "Cats rule, dogs drool," but I refrained, which was kind of unusual for me. A security guard told me that, if I got any closer, the witch would talk to me. I looked at the witch but she had nothing to say.
The witch didn't speak because she wasn't plugged in.
Once the witch got her electricity fix, she began to speak... or scream... or screech.
She was funny.
|The rare books room at the downtown Buffalo library|
Anyway, that's it for today... oh, except when I walked out of the library and started my walk to Hyatt's (the art supply store), I saw this in the library's garden... something alive and colorful!!!
|I get excited when I see crocuses...|
|These crocuses are like little reflections of sunlight.|