Friendly Fill-Ins: Week #82
1. I can’t believe Silly Putty is still sold, as it is so low-tech. It was always on my Christmas list as a kid. SillyPutty is a trademarked name of Crayola. Similar brands are marketed under other names. According to Wikipedia, Silly Putty was invented in 1943 and since 1950, more than 300 million eggs of Silly Putty (approximately 4,500 short tons or 4,100 tonnes) have been sold.
2. I have been on Craigslist only once when I was looking to see if anyone had listed (not Charlie) Cooper Murphy as “lost.”
3. Going into December, the weather outside is mild, just the way I like it. Growing up in California, the temperatures were usually in the 60s during the day at Christmastime. Some people get all mopey when it isn’t cold and snowing on Christmas. I get happy if it isn’t.
4. My current weakness is just about everything. My all-time weakness would be the (handmade on-site since 1850) dark chocolate truffles from a shop in Lausanne, Switzerland, named Blondel.
Friendly Fill-Ins is a blog hop hosted by Ellen (15AndMeowing) and Annie (McGuffy’s Reader). You can find the sentences to complete each Thursday on their blogs. The hop appears on Annie’s blog. You can enter it by clicking on her badge. My completions are in teal italics.
More From Sawyer
Now for the expected and required kitten photos. Be prepared to SQUEEE!
Sawyer is in the pouch of my KittyRoo sweatshirt. The first photo was taken before he got his eye meds and amoxicillin. The second was taken after. He’s all tuckered out from the ordeal. Sawyer’s eyes are looking great, and he is sneezing and sniffling less. Dad Tom and I will be happy when he is no longer quarantined. He really doesn’t like being alone, and we cannot be with him 24/7.
Anniversary
Though I wrote a poem for Fiona yesterday, reflecting upon her getting her angel wings last year, today is the actual one-year anniversary of that event. She lay cuddled on my chest that entire day and so many times I wanted to call Dr. Neel and ask her to come and help her. I could tell she was suffering. I was both relieved and heartbroken when she took her last breath. Fiona fought hard for 49 weeks. She was brave and strong and fearless and will remain an inspiration always. I thank God she was a part of our family for those six-and-a-half years.
I’d like to thank all those who visited and commented on yesterday’s poem. Your kind words warmed by heart. If you missed yesterday’s post, you can find the link below.
