To try to get myself back into blogging shape, a couple of recent hits around here.
(And speaking of the other…I’m up to 2.5 miles running/no walking/no stopping. If you’d told me two months ago I’d be back up to this point, I’d have laughed. Hard. Thanks to this guy! Although I’m not listening to that anymore. I know what the rest of the routine is – 2.5 miles this week, 2.8 the next and then 3.1 (5k). So, using this nifty tool. I just map a route and go, listening to my BBC stuff or Vatican radio downloads. There’s a dissonance there, but it works.)
Here is a wonderful book, a random pull-from-the-shelf. Originally published in 1955, this “new” edition (now out of print) came out in the 90’s, so…check your library. It’s worth it.
It’s so simple. A little girl lives in house with her parents, a couple of cats and a couple of dogs.
Time passes. The dogs have puppies. The cats have kittens. And Mommy has a baby.
It’s a Baby House!
A Baby House that’s crowded and filled with life and obviously lots of fun. A very subtle Culture of Life sort of thing going on – that all of this life is a good to be welcomed and hoped for.
You know we love our search and find kind of books (except Waldo. Can’t stand Waldo, for some reason.) Here’s a different sort of entry into the genre.
Picture This is deceptively simple on the surface – it just seems like pages with pictures, each with a single word of text.
Not so fast!
The art – done in a primitive style – is integrated from page to page, in intriguing and witty ways. So the apple that is featured on this page might be found on a plate in the background on the next, and so on, and so forth. It’s very layered and interesting.