July 20, 1998
It was a dark and stormy night when Toad Island was born. Lightning streaked across the cloud-darkened sky
as the rain fell and the wind howled. Well, the wind didn't really howl, but it did knock the patio furniture into the pond
(easily retrieved) and it really was a dark and stormy evening. First we went out for dinner to the Olive Garden. Mark had
lasagna and I had stuffed mushrooms, then we split a slice of their Black Tie Mousse cake. And I swilled lots of raspberry lemonade--my
new favorite drink. I think I might try mixing my own at home sometime.
Mark told me that he'd explain to the toads when we got home that we had to borrow their
wood island. He had a little speech for them:
All occupants of the property known as Toad Island are to vacate said
premises by order of the municipality of Ginkgo's Pond. Once vacated, said
property will be seized and taken from Ginkgo's Pond for a time no greater
than one night, during which time civic improvements will be made. Upon
the return of Toad Island, all previous occupants may once again gain
Mark is the coolest.
So when we got home, we got out our tools (we both love tools and I thought it was pretty cute that we were both dragging
out our grey plastic tool boxes) and drilled a hole in the bottom of the plastic cave and screwed it onto the repossessed
board. Then we went back out again, launched the new Toad Island, and gave Mr. Toad a ride over to it on the pond net.
Mr. Toad might actually be Ms. Toad. Earlier today while it was sunny I was sitting out there and noticed that Second Toad was
sitting on top of Mr. Toad. So either they were playing leap frog, or Toad Island will be a honeymoon shack rather than a
Anyway, in other news.... Today Mark and I caught a notorious assassin and then I rode Mark out of town on a rail. (We finished
Mrs. Pollifax on Safari and then I beat him at Monopoly.) Sammy played Godzilla and demolished hotels. Allie was feeling
social and decided to give Wormie a bath. Those two are usually pretending to be involved in their own little Cold War, so this was nothing
short of earth shattering.
More projected images as lighting today, but the fall-off on the neck makes it look like it's chopped off or coming in
from the side. Next time I'll have to remember to get light all the way down my neck.
Re-reading Dorothy Gilman's Mrs. Pollifax: Innocent Tourist--I'm on a major Mrs.
Pollifax jag right now.
"Show me the books he loves and I shall know the man far better than through mortal friends."
they too are delightful--
bush clover in the rain.