Friday, October 28, 2011

Mountain lions on Wisconsin Ave.?

Saw this post on a neighborhood list serve this morning:

Mountain lion sighting in McLean Gardens on the edge of Glover Park

I just wanted to report that last week there was a mountain lion sighting in McLean Gardens on the edge of Glover Park. I know it sounds crazy but two people were witness to the cat. [It] seems to be a young one, not fully grown. He was sighted at around 1:00 pm on October 17th. This seems to coincide with the two sightings reported in the news in August this year, one in Loudon County and the other in DC in the District Heights area.

I don't really believe it can be possible. Perhaps it was an oversized fat cat? Otherwise, sounds like Zanesville all over again...

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Three years later

It's been three years since we lost Anne Pressly. Will simply redirect to some thoughts I had at this time last year: Sweet Anne

Friday, October 14, 2011

I want to go to the Hundred Acre Wood

This morning, I found myself in the car before 7 a.m. That's a pretty rare occurrence. Did you know that the sun isn't even up by then? It felt like the middle of the night. I would have much preferred to be cozy in my bed still sleeping, but there I was.

When the sweet voice of Garrison Keillor came on NPR for the Writer's Almanac, I was no longer sorry to be driving around at dawn. Thanks to him, I learned that on today's date in 1926, A.A. Milne published Winnie-the-Pooh. I have such a soft spot for that book and the movie. Pooh is my favorite fictional character; I'll admit one of my many terms of endearment for my pup is "Pooh Bear." (And whatever happened to that little Pooh paperweight with the red T-shirt I made in sculpture class in high school? Mom??)

I love the story of how Milne, a British children's storyteller, modeled the story off his own son and his son's stuffed bear. Amazing what a significant piece of children's literature history was inspired by moments he observed in his own home. The original art of Ernest H. Shepard has also left a lasting legacy. As Garrison Keillor shared, the first story of Pooh ran in the Christmas Eve edition of The London Evening News in 1925. I used to kind of want to see the Hundred Acre Wood for myself as much as I used to wish I could transport myself to Oz to meet all of L. Frank Baum's magical creatures.

In a reminiscent kind of mood, I had to reread some Pooh stories. I'll leave you with this lovely line:

"Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think."