Right now I am supposed to pack. "Packing" - love the word, have problems with putting it in practice. As long as I can remember, my dream has always been that of a flying carpet or at least with travelling on 'normal' airplanes but with no luggage. Like, you make it disappear and then it appears magically when you need it....
No such luck. The only home I have now in my beloved Chicago is the storage space I had to rent because I couldn't separate myself from my numerous books...
Well, we'll talk about books later but here's something I found 2 days ago - some 1950's wooden painted 'toys' with moving hands, tongues, etc.
And of course I couldn't resist it. And they apparently have a lot of animal magnetism inside their little bodies, so some new pieces were born by mistake.
"Having no vice is good, but living without temptation is boring!"
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