VANISHING

I read “The little Prince” this afternoon for the first time.  Not really for children, I thought.  Then again, would children of today understand the symbols and the imaginative allegories.  Do I understand them?

“Many of the book’s initial reviewers were flummoxed by the fable’s multi-layered story line and its morals, perhaps expecting a significantly more conventional story from one of France’s leading writers. Its publisher had anticipated such reactions to a work that fell neither exclusively into a children’s nor adult’s literature classification.” Wikipedia.  It stayed on the New York Times best seller list only two weeks.

I’d been putting off reading it just as I have put off drawing crows onto the new quilt.  Perhaps expecting disappointment, I just put both the crows and the “Prince” aside for ages.  I started a row of crows this morning, and even with careful handling find they vanish into thin air with every movement of the fabric.

I hate finding things that either vanish or discover something hanging in memory unwantedly.

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• Himself:  Gym, work, Convention meeting.  Really enjoyed the first half of the game.
• Herself:  Pool, worrying about the test results, reading, writing, committee meeting.
• Reading:  Got a book on fabrics swatches from the 1830’s, but nothing in it matches the old quilt I have on the sofa.
• Gratitude’s:  That I am here.  That the new Chair for the upcoming convention moves things right along.