I was going to write about something else today, but I came across this quote:
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as can be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for it’s head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first – It wet the bed.
— Shel Silverstein
Yes, it’s silly, and it tickles my funny bone — I’m still smiling and savoring it. The other post can wait until tomorrow.
Have you ever had an experience like this?
February 8, 2014
No, I haven’t had an experience like that, Jean. But my mother did. As a child. She found this abandoned egg, just about to hatch, and took it with her – to bed and to keep it warm. You may imagine the rest. Don’t roll over in bed. In your sleep. To awaken to disaster.
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Oh! She must have been heartbroken.
Like what? Imagining myself as a snowball? Can’t say I have, but I do have some very peculiar dreams. If I imagined myself as anything, it would be as a rainbow or a cloud. Something fragile and pretty and ephemeral, about to vanish at any moment. Not that I see myself as about to vanish, I just like those images.
He wasn’t imaging himself as a snowball, he wanted the snowball to be a pet.
I think most dreams are strange, but in mine I’m always human. Yours are especially interesting!
Tom’s brother put an ice cream bar in his desk to eat at recess.
That’s a lesson he never forgot. 🙂 I bought Kaitlin a chocolate bunny before Easter one year — I put it in the window by her crib so she could see it, and I was embarrassed when it melted in the sun. She was upset and it didn’t help when I laughed at my foolishness. Fortunately the Easter Bunny brought her another.
We did ask my father to take a snowball home from the snowfields in the boot of the car.
As I recall we wanted to do the same thing the first time we went into the mountains and saw snow. It is magical stuff if you don’t get too much.
Yes, in Aus we don’t get it much. All of Aus is in latitudes lower than Boise, Idaho. And we only have small mountains.
love that!!!
i used to have ‘where the sidewalk ends’… but not now. not sure who i gave it to.
i can’t think of a similar experience at the moment. just re reading that sweet little poem. xo
I may have to read more of his poems. 🙂
Pet Rock!
Yes! Although teddy bears might be more comfortable for sleeping.
Sad to say, I had an experience like this with a husband and wife pair of senior citizen tourists who I met in a train some years ago. I had invited them to visit Pune and offered to be their guide if they ever did. They did and since at that time our son was overseas and his room was vacant, they stayed with us for three nights, enjoyed our hospitality, used my car and driver to visit all important places in and around Pune and departed only never to communicate with us!
How rude!
aha, Pet Rock is better, as you can push it out of bed, off the pillow and the darn thing will still be just rock the next day, not broken or torn…
whereas teddy bear might come entangled in something, get his eye kicked out, land heavily and rip open a seam and stuffing comes out…
You may be right. I know I’m really rough on my bedding. 🙂