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| My friend suggested I visit Lark's Toy Store. She went with her boys about once a year. She said there is a carousal. I drove to Winona to look at another apartment. My appointment was at 4:30 so I had time. This place is huge! |
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| The prices are expensive but that is to be expected. I spent an hour here. I even found the green cup I used with freckle face strawberry. I think I drank Kool-Aid out of it. I regret drinking all that red food dye. |
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| I got to Winona early and had a half hour to spend at the library. They were having an open house with free food and a string band playing Klezmer music. I was dancing to the music as I waited to use the ladies room. |
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| I met Adam a few minutes early. I told him I wanted this apartment. I paid the $35 application fee. Fingers crossed I get it. |
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| Warty Biggins The Toad. By Don M., in anarchy and mehitable, 1927. I met a toad the other day with the name of Warty Biggins. He was sitting under a toad stool. Feeling contented, he explained that to him the cosmos was created that the toad stool was especially planned for his personal shelter from sun and rain thought out and prepared for him. Do not tell me said Warty Biggins that there is not a purpose in the universe, the thought is blasphemy. A little more conversation revealed that Warty Biggins considers himself to be the center of the same universe. The earth exists to grow toad stools for him to sit under, the sun to give him light by day and the moon and wheeling constellations to make beautiful the night for the sake of Warty Biggins. To what act of yours do you impute this interest on the part of the creator of the universe I asked him, why is it that you are so greatly favored? Ask rather said Warty Biggins what the universe has done to deserve me, if I were a human being I would not laugh too complacently at Warty Biggins for similar absurdities have only too often lodged in the crinkles of the human cerebrum. Archy |
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| After I left I texted my friend. She asked me if I rode the carousal. I didn't know I could. She texted back, next time. |
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