Not to be confused with Random Thursday. Because it’s Monday.
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.***
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?
3. I have three days off this week! I’m planning writing marathons for at least two of ’em.
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.
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.
*Genetics at work.
***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 . . .