Things that Made Me Smile Today

Not to be confused with Random Thursday.  Because it’s Monday.

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1.  A friend sent me this vid because someone had sent it to her because it’s Shirley Temple’s birthday and she was amazed at how much Shirley resembles Sunny—or, chronologically-speaking, the other way ’round—at least in hair and attitude.

It’s true.  I’m not sure the child can sing—she doesn’t like to when she knows someone’s listening*—but she can boss with the best of ‘em:**

You know . . . this is a surprisingly bloodthirsty song.  Then again, most five-year olds appear to be okay with that.***

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2.   Lyra’s husband’s quotes

Lyra thought I’d like the twenty-first one in the list—and I do—but this is the one that got me:

“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again.”
— Andre Gide

It works for writing and parenting, doesn’t it?

OOOOOoooooOOOOO

3.  I have three days off this week!  I’m planning writing marathons for at least two of ’em.

 

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4.  I snagged book six of Kerry Greenwood’s  Phryne Fisher mystery series (click the photo for info) and there are more than ten to go before I run out!  They’re quick, compulsive reads that won’t rot your brain.

Phryne is a rich, brilliant, eccentric private investigator in 1920s Australia, with the brains of a Holmes and the libido of a Bond.

“It sounds easy when you explain it,” said Dot.  “But it’s magic if you don’t.”

“Sherlock Holmes had the same problem,” Phryne returned.  “I’ve definitely  got to stop explaining.”

I like her.

 

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5.  A friend from library school e-mailed me out of the blue today.  That would be enough to make me smile, but this was in her signature:

What happens when you cross a librarian and a lawyer?

You get all the information you want, but you can’t understand it.

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*Genetics at work.

**Ibid.

***My kids think animal crackers in soup is a really weird idea, by the way, though they’re more than willing to eat them for breakfast.  And, yeah, they pretty much inherited that one, too . . .