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Lagoon of Leave
Sep. 24th, 2019 10:32 pmI slept for over 8 hours! O frabjous day. I woke up at 8 am and thought, "Oh, I'll just sleep a little bit more." And I did. What a beneficence. It was a beautiful day. Clouds rolled away gradually during the day under a gentle breeze. We sat in the park by the little lake. It was still pleasantly warm. A young woman brought a big white dog to play in the water. She came out with her ball in her mouth, ran over to me, and shook herself all over me. Fortunately, I'm not the kind who would care, although her mistress was scandalized. "Oh, Molly! NO!" To which Molly paid precisely no attention. She ran around us the next time too, and dropped the ball at my feet. What can I say--dogs like me, apparently. I always feel this is a good sign. On general principles, I think people should control their dogs, of course. But I'm willing to forgive small peccadillos with no ill intent.
Today, spaced out over many hours, I ate a small amount of cereal and banana, toast, an egg, and a tiny little plate of rice with two green beans and a mouthful of chicken. I feel like the child in the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle story, "The Slow-Eater-Tiny-Bite-Taker Cure," who had to be given smaller and smaller dishes as part of his cure.
The next morning his mother put a teaspoon of scrambled egg and an inch-square piece of toast on the medium size plate and a tablespoon of orange juice in the doll cup.
The story (like most of the stories in the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books) is alarming from a present-day adult viewpoint, because poor little Allen is obviously anorexic. It's also an interesting choice that she made this child a boy. However, he is cured completely by the end of the chapter, so whatever. I never thought of these things when I was a kid. It was all just happy fun times then, and with illustrations by Hilary Knight, nothing can go seriously wrong. My favorite story in this volume was "The Answer-Backer Cure," because I WISHED I could back-talk like Mary O'Toole without getting my face smacked. Parents in these books never gave anyone a smacking. They just called Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, who produced some magical and amusing way to fix everything.
Feeling very defiant, I then ate a piece of chocolate that had just been sitting there for days, waiting to be deployed against the dementors. My stomach let me know I had gone too far. Sigh. Baby steps, baby steps. I hope I'll be cured by the end of the chapter.
Today, spaced out over many hours, I ate a small amount of cereal and banana, toast, an egg, and a tiny little plate of rice with two green beans and a mouthful of chicken. I feel like the child in the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle story, "The Slow-Eater-Tiny-Bite-Taker Cure," who had to be given smaller and smaller dishes as part of his cure.
The next morning his mother put a teaspoon of scrambled egg and an inch-square piece of toast on the medium size plate and a tablespoon of orange juice in the doll cup.
The story (like most of the stories in the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books) is alarming from a present-day adult viewpoint, because poor little Allen is obviously anorexic. It's also an interesting choice that she made this child a boy. However, he is cured completely by the end of the chapter, so whatever. I never thought of these things when I was a kid. It was all just happy fun times then, and with illustrations by Hilary Knight, nothing can go seriously wrong. My favorite story in this volume was "The Answer-Backer Cure," because I WISHED I could back-talk like Mary O'Toole without getting my face smacked. Parents in these books never gave anyone a smacking. They just called Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, who produced some magical and amusing way to fix everything.
Feeling very defiant, I then ate a piece of chocolate that had just been sitting there for days, waiting to be deployed against the dementors. My stomach let me know I had gone too far. Sigh. Baby steps, baby steps. I hope I'll be cured by the end of the chapter.
