One of our regulars came into the office today, as he generally does several times a day. This morning he sang a song to my co-worker Val and me--it was a blues song, made up on the spot, featuring air guitar, about not wanting to go to jail. But then he got to a part he said would give him nightmares, so he had to stop and walk out.
I had to go to a meeting this afternoon. As I left, the Guy Who Laughs At Shoes was sitting by the front door, and sure enough, he laughed at my shoes. "I know, I know," I said, and he gave me a high five.
Yesterday the Wednesday Craft Lady came to work in the Kids Cafe. She brought in a caterpillar pencil for me--that afternoon's craft. You take a line of circles on card stock like this, except that all the circles are connected:
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and you punch a hole the thickness of a pencil in the center of each circle. You put "antenna" on one end and draw a caterpillar face on that circle. Then you color the rest of the line, fold it accordion-style, and stick a pencil through so the eraser becomes the nose of the caterpillar.
We took a quick field trip at break time this afternoon to Findlay Market next door. St. Mary Beth got Coco a ham bone from Kroeger (famous for their sausage), and a peach cobbler at Aunt Flora's (featured on Martha Stewart).
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so why are your shoes funny?
'Cause to the Guy Who Laughs At Shoes, all shoes are funny.
I want to have more people like The Guy Who Laughs At Shoes in my life.
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