IN WHICH Mojo Writes a Brief Letter to Her Younger Self

Dear Baby Mojo,

I hope you're enjoying your relatively idyllic, privileged and carefree childhood. You might be pleased to note that your adult version is likewise reasonably happy with how things turned out. Like that guy you'll meet when you're eighteen? The one where it was raining out and he looked like a drowned rat? Yeah, him. Turns out your stupid little moony infatuation was right: he's a really good guy, with the added bonus of getting even better as time goes on. More Mojo!>>

Mojo Hath Returned.....

From a week abroad. NOT a week a broad, for that would be more like a lifetime, at least for THIS lifetime. Just a week.

The Favorite Husband decided to drive straight home from Augusta via the Kancamagus--if you can call that "straight"--so we didn't get home until 10:30 at night, which is WAY past Mojo's bedtime. So Mojo dragged herself straight to bed and collapsed and closed her eyes.

And heard the following: Cling...thud. Cling...thud. Cling...thud.

When the lights came back on, the sound stopped. Lights off, it started again. Clearly it is a conspiracy to drive Mojo insane.

What I finally found is this: at some point during the week we were away, a wee sleekit exploring the bedroom fell into the five-gallon change jar we have in the corner. And spent heaven knows how many days jumping, trying to get out.

The change jar went out the back door, and wee mousie eventually crawled to freedom. Didn't run--probably too tired for that. And, as my Favorite Husband noted, he probably walked straight back into the house.

Looks like it's time to get a new cat...


More Mojo!>>

Mantis Movie the Second.

Okay, here's part of number two. Part because I realized sometime yesterday that when I exported it to a QT movie I forgot to include both scenes, and I'm too lazy to redo it. Sad.

But this shows the little cloud of hatchlings out in the grass of my garden. They are still bleached white from being inside the egg case for months. I checked on them at the end of the day (sans camera) and they were still there, but suntanned to a lovely browny-green. More Mojo!>>

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