wendy house

obviousness  

pressies are a good thing.

disguises

encountered in a 24hr period last week:

1. can I see your ID card please? asked the cashier in the Fridge before checking-out my beers.   The legal requirement for purchasing alcohol in Washington State is 21yrs.   I look all of my 42yrs.   Cautious organisations standardly check beer purchasers ID if they look 30 or under and some standardly check everyones’ ID.   The cashiers in the Fridge only check some people.    They normally allow me to purchase my beer without having to whip out my drivers licence as evidence of post-21-ism.   That this cashier felt the need to check my ID for my age was a flattering pressie.
2. Bonus laughter.   In line with my occassional soppiness theme an expected package, Poetry BOOK,   arrived with a pertinent hand written quote of JM Barrie (who authored another Wendy, my antithesis) and a jacket review from the bespectabled John Hegley.    As if Smelling that book  was not pressie enough, it arrived with 2 unexpected performance poetry CD’s  and a hand-written note indicating these are bonus laughter.   Smelling and listening at the same time,   with laughter thrown in for good measure.   Hooray!    If I slip some tea into the mix I’m on track for thrills and spills,   literally and literature-ally.  
3. Can you come out to play?   I like this one A LOT that’s about 700x more than normal liking.   I may not always be able to come out to play,   but being asked is simply gush-inducingly good,   it’s like saying ‘we like you’.   Luckily this invite involved going to a local brwery and I was more than able to drop my vacuuming and join the fun.   Thanks,   keep  up the good work
4. Getting to car share and not having to drive.   Excellent.   More than one American that passengered in LooSea pointed out that that either a crash helmet would be a worthy accessory, LooSea has an  unusual  affinity with the Interstate  curb,   or the fast approaching red traffic lights.    I dislike imposing this experience on Americans without full informed consent.   By contrast my UK friends have commented that my driving is somewhat dull.    In the NW USA I miss the  full suprise-steering-opportunities and dislike the  unwarranted, excessive, amount of stopping.  
5. Visitors.   Mum and Dad arrived from the UK.   That’s a lot of travel-time and money to see me.   Well,   they  have explored  the US equivalent of castles on the East coast (Civil war battle grounds) on the way.   My place isn’t a battleground,   pump engine or castle but they’re visiting it nonetheless.  I feel the need to impress the biddies (parents) by not  falling over,  being too scatty,  or making the fluff-balls (cats) too fluffy while they’re here…   …especially since I can’t impress them with my driving skills.   Normally they fight over who doesn’t get to ride shotgun.   Mum normally loses then sits rigidly  holding tightly to  each side of her seat while dad falls asleep (i.e. unconsciousness is preferable) in the back.
6. Trust. Asking  a friend if I could blog about his Regency Tea parties.   Without any hesitation, non-specific ‘erm’-ming, or conditional statements like “only if you don’t mention the Yak” he said YES.   That’s like saying ‘I trust you to produce something publishable without offending  me or  the many and varied other guests’.  
7. Blog comments and snooper statistics.   Wow,   people actually read this stuff!   You realise this means that I’ll keep  writing these unsolicited thoughts,   you’re such sweeties  ;-)

That’s an exceptionally present-full 24hrs.    Seven is good for me (number of items listed above), like 5 red cars in a row is a super good day for Christopher.    

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