I learned about Blondi on Harry's Place and had to post it here. I'm going to do it, once I can print out the photo.
The sound of a small bell during a dark night
3 hours ago
Dig for the bones and see what they look like.
... I am the designated typist, and I'm also the person whose job it is to hold the lantern while the kid does the digging. What is the kid digging for? The stuff. Details and clues and images, invention and fresh ideas, an intuitive understanding of people. I tell you, the holder of the lantern doesn't even know what the kid is digging for half the time -- but she knows gold when she sees it.
She was happiest when she was asleep, with her head beneath her pillow; she longed for her bed all day, and flung herself into it as soon as it was decently dark.
The strike is not about the fact that
I don’t get the day off – and I don’t want to take the day off. I have work to do, which I want to do, and because my bike is in the shop I had to (1) walk the girls to school and then (2) walk myself to the office. I was worried that if I drove there would be gridlock and nowhere to park.
(However I needn't have worried and in fact will drive later on when I usually don't -- a great result, eh?)
As far as I can see this annual exercise achieves only (1) irritation among those who have work to do and (2) forces people to drive who usually wouldn't. Good grief, can someone please spare us?