Don’t stop reading now. The next line may turn some away, but please don’t go. You see, I would like to write about the Politics of the World right now. The entire free-for-all circus. But I won’t. We are hearing it and seeing it everywhere we turn. I’d love to dive in too, but I just won’t do it.
Instead, I’ll search my nooks and crannies up there, for something light and obscure. Something fun.
Okay. On a personal note. I loved German Chocolate Cake with Icing of the same variety. Every small birthday, it would be my little request. And I was always granted my wish. Not by a Genie in a Bottle, but by a Mom who loved me. That is way better than a Genie in a Bottle, as we all know.
Anyway, the name, German Chocolate is not named for the country. Like Kronenberger. No. It is named for a guy called Sam German. He developed a special kind of chocolate, for The Baker’s Chocolate Company, in 1852. German Chocolate.
You might be saying, right now, “Well, what in tarnation!?” The meaning of tarnation translates to hell, so I’ve read. So it is a nice way of saying, “Well, what the hell?”
Perhaps you would say it again after this next little fact. Over in Japan, there is an entire island, that is populated and inhabited, only by friendly bunnies. Now, I have never really wanted to visit Japan. But after reading this, I may change my mind. An entire island of kind rabbits? Can you imagine? Oh, I would be in Hare Heaven. I would take pounds and pounds of carrots. I would do the Bunny Hop. I would be the definition of shear Glee. I’ll have good dreams tonight about Bunny Island. I hope Edward Tulane is in my dream too.
Speaking of traveling. Switzerland. Do you want to know how great Switzerland is? That country is so amazingly wholesome, that it is illegal to own only ONE Guinea Pig. Well, what in tarnation, you might say? I’ll tell you. You are not allowed to own just one Guinea Pig because they get lonely. How is that for pure and uplifting?
Off to Australia. Briefly. Wombats live there. And when they poop, it comes out in little cubes. I felt this fact, was somehow, highly important. Do they have little ice-cube-tray intestines?
Back to Camden, Ohio. Rats can swim. They are great swimmers, and pretty good divers, too. I did not read this. I saw it with my very own eyes.
And. A can of Mountain Dew can dissolve a mouse. That one, I read. I do NOT want to see that one. I like mice, as you may have noticed.
Still in Camden. My Mary took our Ollie to a fundraising event by the YMCA, against Domestic Violence. A Dog Show Competition Thingy. They had a Q&A session for the dogs. They asked Ollie, “What would you like to be when you grow up?” And she answered (via Mary), “Tall. And Thin.”
Finally, since we are talking about my favorite things. I have a new favorite animal. It is, of all things, the Sea Otter. I just learned Sea Otters have a pouch under their forearm. They use their little pouch to store their favorite rocks.
Honest to God. I now have to journey to the Friendly Isle of Sea Otters, in a quest for my favorite rocks. With my favorite Sea Otters. I’m going to need a pouch.
Some days, the magic just spills right out of everything, I’ll tell you.
“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson
“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
― Shel Silverstein
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt