Our family is thrilled because my older daughter has a non-fiction piece in a prestigious journal. Her first novel is being published next year. She has tenaciously worked for this moment for many years, and it's delightful to see her soar. We're very proud of her.
I'm struggling with a cough contracted from my younger grandson. Nevertheless, we took him to a wildlife museum yesterday, where we saw hawks, eagles, ravens, a kite, a turtle and many fascinating rescued animals. But our favorite was a porcupine. We saw her up close and personal, as she was curious about us, or rather some crackers a little boy nearby was holding. I had no idea they could walk on their hind feet so well. They waddle a bit, but are so adorable. She reminded me of Mrs. Tiggy Winkle. She ate broccoli from the hand of the keeper, climbed a log and generally seemed comfortable. She has been there since she was a baby, and cannot be reintroduced to the wild now. We tried to convince our grandson to get a stuffed porcupine from the gift store, but he loves birds, so he selected a ruby throated hummingbird, that could make its call when you pressed it. His choice is not suprising, as this is a boy who says he makes a nest to go down for his nap and bedtime.
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