Doppy noo!

SOMEWHERE, BACK IN MY first days of blogging, here, on TV.com, I'm pretty sure I related the story of doppy noo. In case I didn't, or in case you don't remember, or were not yet TVdot members,

short order:

WHEN MY niece was first learning to talk, and became tired with the toy she was playing with, or bored with the video she was watching, or was responding to being given a gift, or arriving at a place she'd never been before, she would excitedly exclaim, "Doppy noo!" We'd all curiously shrug and happily agree with her, never quite knowing what she was attempting to say. The day finally came when, crystal clearly, she took command of the English language and announced what she knew she'd been expressing all along:

"Something new!"

THAT JUST about sums it up
for me, today, too.

TWO WORDS: Doppy noo!

'CAUSE LOOK what I've had
the pleasure of adding to
the SparkleFarkle Family Library:

!!!

AND THE BEST thing about it
is I get to share it with you
come Jack Handey Fridays!

HEY. WAIT... a minute...
Wait one gosh, darned minute.
I've got one heck of a great idea!
How about a
sneak peek?

Simply elated,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

RIP My Mollo and Drea.

P.S. IF YOU'RE READING this, AnneTeldy, I just finished watching "Hide and Seek" and "38 Minutes"!

Photo credit: Bev Lyons of Cheshire

"GOT MY belly on a cool spot,
Belly on a cool spot,
Tongue out in the air,
And anything that comes my way
I'll chase it everywhere."
--an excerpt from Roy Blount Jr.'s
"If only you knew how much I smell you: True portraits of dogs

Happy
Dog Day Monday,
My Sweet Pets!

ARE YOU staying cool?
Me either, but it has its

Credit: Graves of the Fireflies ( 1988 )
perks.

LAST NIGHT, THE fireflies were as thick as the air they were loopdilooing in, which, with the humidity being so high, felt like a solid when I took my breaths in. Puppet's, too. We watched from the front porch as the lightning bugs body-crooned in slow motioned-flying-foreplay above the "girls" oohing and ahhing in the grass below, who were taking in the fireworks, a display intended just for them. (But ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh, how this SparkleFarkle loves shiny, so my daughter and I stayed for the show.)

SUDDENLY, THE atmosphere became more like my lumpy Aunt Mildred's gravy. WAIT. That's not right. I mean to say, my Aunt Mildred's lumpy gravy, as some I-mean-business, big, BIG thunder signaled for the sky to open. And, AND HOW, it did, retreating us to the screened-in back porch to now do storm watching. Feeling almost safe there (It was turning into quite the weatherworks.), we watched in awe as Nature, or Zeus, or whoever was in charge of the downpour, cracked lightning bolts that demanded the trees to bow and low to them, nearly beyond their limits. It was after one of the thunder-loudest, brightest charges had hit (too close to home) that we changed our focus from storm-gazing to ping ponging our eyeballs about the backyard, sure to discover a tree branch, or a corner of the garage, or something ignited and flaming.

"LOOK! Look at the lilac bush!" I cried to Puppet with phone in hand, ready to ring the fire department. A flicker. No, wait. Then it was gone. "Mom!" said Puppet, "I thought I saw something, too." Seconds later, we still saw no sign of fire. A moment longer, we were both mesmerized and oohing and ahhing like night sky-watchers on Independence Day! Clinging to the undersides of the flowering tree's leaves blinked the huddle-out-of-the-rain fireflies we'd been watching in the front yard before the storm had taken over the night.

THEIR

Christmas in July
twinkling

was one of those miraculous beautifuls that we'd never even considered before. Never witnessed before. And, may never see again. We drank in the night!!!

YOU GOT time for another stormy night story? Make time, please. I promise you, a little dab more'll do ya:

THEY WERE TOGETHER in the house.
Just the two of them.

IT WAS A COLD AND STORMY night. It had come on quickly and each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump. She looked across the room and admired his strong appearance... wishing he would take her in his arms, comfort her and protect her from the storm. She wanted that... more than anything.

SUDDENLY, WITH A POP! the power went out... She screamed... He raced to the sofa where she cowered. He didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms. He knew this was a forbidden union and expected her to pull back. He was surprised when she didn't resist but instead clung to him.

THE STORM RAGED on... as did their growing passion. Then came a moment when each knew that they had to be together. They knew it was wrong... Their families would never understand...

SO CONSUMED were they in their passion that they heard no opening of doors...

JUST THE FAINT click of a camera...

~~~

UH, HUH. IT'S still too warm out. And it's going stay that way for a while. But you can make the best of it. Didn't you know? The wishes are there for the taking: Each night, whose only purpose seems to be that of changing hot to stifling, look for the evening's first firefly in flight.

THEN,
THREE WORDS:

Make a wish!

Truly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

RIP, My Mollo and Drea.

BECAUSE OF ALL THE cups of kindnesses poured for me by my friends, here at TVdot (I THANK YOU!), I have decided the best thing I could do, especially for me, is to shrug off whatever is left of the me shattered by this morning's TV.com disaster, as cited in the previous blog, and not, I repeat NOT, let this fiasco remain in charge. And, to the mods, or to whoever decided I had committed the Mortal TV.com sin, a BIG SparkleFarkle

Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
La dee dah!

(Thank you Van, that felt good!)

I'm back.
To stay.

WHEN PUPPET,

my daughter,

was just a smitch of a smitch, her Aunt Tam presented her with a wonderful book trilogy written children's author/illustrator Rosemary Wells called

Voyage to the Bunny Planet

EVEN IF I TRIED, I couldn't give you the number of how many times we've turned to those pages and read to each other from them, especially when our chips were down. (We still do!) Ms. Wells, if you're out there and you happen to be reading this, I hope compassion and understanding are still your favorite colors, and you won't mind if I share a third of the trilogy, here, now:

"ROBERT HAD TO ride in the backseat of the car for four hours of turnpike driving.

He and his family arrived at Uncle Ed and Aunt Margo's at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Ed and Margo's four boys all piled up on top of him at once.

Just before dinner Ed and Margo were bitten by the argument bug.

Dinner was cold liver chili.

All evening Robert had to hide from the boys.

Robert needs a visit to the Bunny Planet.

Far beyond the moon and stars,
Twenty light-years south of Mars,
Spins the gentle Bunny Planet
And the Bunny Queen is Janet.

'Robert,' Janet says. 'Come in.
Here's the day that should have been.'

All of a sudden I disappear
To my house in a sweet-gum tree.
Where I sing to myself in the whispering woods,
And nobody's there but me.

I sing, 'O what a beautiful morning!'
To a chorus of beetles and birds.
T hen I play my wood-whistle clarinet
in parts where I don't know the words.

The kitchen is my favorite room.
It's easy to keep clean.
I have a secret recipe for toasted tangerine.
Place the sections on a log, directly in the sun.
Wait until they're warm and crisp.
Eat them when they're done.

Deep in a pocket of emerald moss
I lie where the leaves fall free.
My pillow is soft as milkweed
And as green as a tropical sea.

I read the colors in the leaves,
The clouds that roam the sky.
I read the footprints in the sand
To see who's wandered by.

Robert rides home very late.
He sees the Bunny Planet through the car window,
behind the moon in the winter sky.
'It was there all along!' says Robert."

~

Ahhh...
Now doesn't that feel better?

JUST LIKE MY little Puppet use to say after a good cry and before a good read, when she was just learning to make her own conversations,

FOUR WORDS: "Be be better soon."

Thank you, all-- especially the for sharing part,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

RIP, My Mollo and Drea.