Today was a day of running around in a bit of a daze, why with the oncoming hurricane rain threatening to pound down on the world. My mind drifted in and out of randomness and for some reason I kept thinking back to the many places that were here but now gone. Time being what it is, things slip through without our knowing, and even when they do not, we are helpless in the face of it. The many stores of my neighborhood with such character are gone with the wind, and even their ghosts are now even ghostlier.
Well, some things are still around. This past sunday was Winnie the Pooh's 90th birthday, and there is a lovely and public (though secret) display of the original dolls, and I pop in every now and then to see them. Of course, I sent him a birthday card- as suggested by the curators. After all, one doesn't turn 90 every day.
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| a small gathering of old and best friends |
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