Jasmine M. Puppy is getting bigger and bigger. Soon I will have to call her Jasmine M. Dog. Every time I see her, she seems to have gotten bigger. Her nose is longer. It is harder to support all of her feet when I scoop her up, and indeed I am scooping her up less and less, as my parents are trying to train her to be a standard-poodle-sized dog rather than a lap dog. Here she is at seven weeks, with her toy koala bear:
And here is a picture of her with her koala toy from eleven weeks or so:
Look at the size of her head vs. the size of the koala bear’s head. Do you see that? How she has become enormous like a monster puppy? In a few more weeks she will be big enough to live in the kennel that used to house our last dog, who was very tall. She will be too big to be frightened by the exercise ball which now terrifies her (my parents roll it at her like Rover in The Prisoner).
I meant to post a picture of my new art ages ago, and I just kept forgetting to photograph it. I bought art again! It is my sister’s fault. She wanted to go down to the art market to get some Christmas gifts, and I agreed, and then once we were there, gazing upon a really beautiful Cetin Ates piece called “The Resurrection of Jesus”, she tempted me into buying it. With her words. She did. I was planning on saving money like anything; if I spent it on anything, it was going to be on maybe a pretty haircut or some nice new shoes. Instead I bought this very beautiful sculpture:
I’m afraid I’m becoming acquisitive. Happily Christmas has just happened and I may not need any new thing for the next several years. Because I love it when people post pictures of their new books, I have arranged all my Christmas gifts into an aesthetically pleasing configuration, and photographed them.
Do you see all my new books? My new books that are many? And my nice new shoes? And my cute hat? Do you see? (yay) Now all I have to do is organize them. I have run out of space on my DVD shelf and will have to bleed over onto my new downstairs bookshelf; Wal-Mart refuses to get the appropriate sort of contact paper, so I have all these unprotected paperback books hanging around in my contact-papering workspace; and if I shelve everything, I’ll just have to move them all again after the book fair. How can I organize anything under these conditions? Can’t! Simply can’t be done! I’ll have to just leave everything in the middle of my living room floor for now! And watch a few minutes of Hamlet before going out to have an awesome day with my sister! (He cannot decide whether to kill Claudius at prayers. Spoiler alert: He decides not to.)
Okay, now I’m going to drink coffee and eat a mocha chocolate drizzle biscotti, and then my sister and I are going to go try on beautiful gowns, and after we’ve done that, we’re going to get Indian takeout and EAT IT and then watch Doctor Who: The End of Time, Part Two. It’ll be sad but we’ll be able to soldier through it because we’ll have Indian food.