So Where'd You Get that Bracelet?

Mary Clare and I were having breakfast at Perkins one morning.  She said, "Before I forget, here's that bracelet I was telling you about."  Truthfully, I had forgotten.  I saw it and said, "Wow!  I like it!  Where did you get it?" 

Mary Clare looked at me like my kids do when they think I've just something stupid.  "You made it for me," she said.  "I did?  But where did you get the beads?"  I was totally puzzled by now. 

Again, the look.  "YOU made them."  "I did?  I did?"  Wow!  I really like them!
She said, "I do, too, and I wear it a lot because it's so colorful and I can wear it with so much."  "I really made those beads?"  The look.

I guess so!  Aren't they fun?  I plan to make more of them now.  Especially since my skill level is so much better than when I made this bracelet for Mary Clare. 

I really made them?  I was better than I thought.

All Right! What happened to my Bead Box and Who Put these beads in it?

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is what I found in my bead box today. It looks pretty normal to me. Then I began to sort my beads.
























What's going on here? These beads outnumber the beads with color! Oh, My, Goodness! What's going on?




















You like? I think I'm beginning to like. I still wonder where those beads came from. Hmmmm!

What are you dreaming!

At first, it's just a quiet yelp,
then, a growl,
a bark, and
finally a roo!
Pixie is sleeping,
and
like a baby who smiles while cradled in it's mother's arms and sleeps through thunderstorms, smiling all the while,
I wonder,
What are you dreaming?