First, the possum:
Knit in the round, unlike its older sibling. This worked very well except for stuffing its face (ha!). In case you wonder, the paper bag taped to the bottom of the cupboard is to act as a makeshift lampshade. I also write interesting things on it when I find them. The possum is hiding a poem by Edna St Vincent Millay. For your reading pleasure:I'm the queen of the dishpanMy subjects aboundI can knock them aboutand push them aroundand they answer with naught but a clattering soundI'm the queen of the dishpan, hooray!
It's above my kitchen sink.
And, look who decided to join the rest of the class!
And last of all, the Challenge of the Week. I've recently volunteered with Big Brothers Big Sisters
, and been assigned a Little. She and I went to the State Museum in Augusta Saturday morning, and had a good time inside. Afterward we went out and looked at the statue of Samantha Smith
, and talked about her story. Little was interested, since she is not that much younger than Samantha Smith was when she wrote that first letter. We went back in, to the library this time, to look at a book about her, and again, Little was interested. Impressively so, I thought, since she is only 8. As we were leaving the library, she said "Next time we get together, we should try some Russian food." Hey why not?
But now my work is cut out for me. Can you think of any Russian foods that would appeal to the average eight-year-old? Especially one who calls herself a vegetarian (although I think that if the meat is properly disguised she doesn't have a problem with it - she ordered chicken nuggets for lunch). So far my best idea is pierogies, and maybe some beets for effect. And some good dark bread. But please, if anything else comes to mind, let me know!