Anyway, back to my story, though at this point I would like to delve into pontificating on all the meaningless bits of property we own that eats up what little time we have, as we pick it up and place it somewhere else repeatedly for years on end. I was going through the stuff on the little desk in the kitchen when I observed a very large cockroach. To the blog audience, this will not surprise you since Oliver has been bringing them in, and occasionally forgetting to take them back out, for years. Anyway, this particular roach was so large and still that I figured it was a plastic bug toy. I stood looking at it very carefully, gave it a little nudge with a magazine, and when the antenna twitched, realized that it was very much alive. At this time I was enjoying observing it, and noticed how it climbed up and seemed to look around to discover from whence the nudge had come.
Perhaps I was drawn into this because of my deliriously tired state having gone to bed at 2am and gotten up at 7am (not the kind of work one does sitting at a desk, but the kind of work one does washing dishes, pans, etc from a fundraiser dinner for 35). Whatever the case, I finally shook the brainwebs from my cob, stopped the curiosity on the personalities of bugs and called Oliver in to personally escort the bug to the backyard-which he joyfully did.
In other news, Vivian recognizes the name Ron Paul. She has this very adorable Ron Paul chant. Today when I was running some errands, whenever I walked past the Ron Paul bumper stickers on the back of the car (yes, that was stickers, plural) she would immediately begin chanting Ron Paul. I experimented with different signs and Ron Paul type to see if it was really the lettering and not the coloring. I feel fairly confident that she recognizes the name.
