Car-E found a foam sponge in the kitchen cabinet and he went wild.
Since it was his birthday, I let him play with the white sponge.
He tore bits off and it wasn’t white long, but Car-E had a great time on his birthday.
Now I know what to give Car-E when he needs a fun treat.
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Sunny hasn’t been videoed as much as Car-E so I thought I’d remedy that today.
I couldn’t figure how to record us together. I finally decided that getting down on Sunny’s level was the best way to accomplish this.
Of course, Car-E had to photobomb us. I turned him as quickly as I could so you didn’t too much cat-butt in your face.
I did end the video before getting up off the floor. I assure you that you wouldn’t want to watch that struggle.
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Even though I’m an introvert, I have pushed myself to take steps in front of an audience.
This column from 1986 tells of my first attempt at acting. I was afraid, but even so, I went in front of that audience and became the nosy old lady from across the hall–it was a fun part.
Many of my friends worked on this play. Seeing them succeed in other productions made me want to give it a try, too.
A minor character was the best way to start. For me, it helped me come out of my shell.
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I enjoy watching Car-E play, but he is hard to video. He’s just too fast.
Car-E is playing with a marble today. He’s here and there and everywhere chasing that glass ball.
I caught some of his play before Car-E left the room, following the marble into places unknown.
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April 1986 was when Russell received the scar on his hand. How do I know? I wrote about it in a column.
Just listen today and find out how many of our children got hurt that spring.
Maybe someone will tell me how Russell’s accident really happen, but probably not.
Addition from Russell:
Russell ManzkeI clearly remember how I got that scar. I was curious if the windows in the chicken coup in the barn would open, so I wrestled one open and discovered they did go up. It stayed up long enough for me to say, “They DO open!” then it slammed back down, shattered, and took a chunk of my knuckle with it. I’m not sure what story I gave you. I probably blamed Rob.
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