A Lazy Afternoon with Humphrey

Some days are lazy, for cuddling in bed long after the alarm has gone off [with that song you really loved and listened to all the time until about a week after you made it your alarm clocks tone and now you hate it!!]. These are the mornings Wishbone loves the most because he gets invited onto the bed [He is usually not aloud on the furniture although I've caught Ethan several times letting him up on the sofa while he is watching Top Gear].  Then we all lay on the bed content to cuddle as if we had all the time in the world. Iris is still half asleep and meows loudly till some one starts petting her, Wishbone cuddles quietly in between Ethan and I, I suppose trying to do some sort of mind control that will prevent us from ever leaving the bedroom except for food- cause he’s a fatty like his father. Humphrey enjoys cuddling because it’s one of the things he as a stuffed animal is best at.  Ethan, I suppose, enjoys these mornings because he’s getting to nap a couple more minutes of shut eye. I love them because, how wonderful is it to have a family and be loved.

Saturdays are perfect for lazy mornings followed by lazy afternoons and lazy evenings- where we can just stay inside, munching on food all day instead of eating, catching up on all the weeks television shows instead of hurrying around running errands with about ten thousand other people who needed to buy the exact same thing as you at the exact same time, dozing in and out of wakefulness in a way you can only do when you have utterly nothing to do, watching Wishbone run back and forth across the hardwood floor pushing a tennis ball in front of him then realizing and hour has passed. 

Everyone deserves a lazy day every now and again [not everyday because not only is that a bit selfish, but also very Lazy of you :p], something a stuffed animal like Humphrey appreciates.  Because no one is as talented at lazy as a stuffed Elephant, well maybe Iris has him beat.

Changes for Humphrey

Change is inevitable I suppose, isn’t that what they say “The only thing constant is change” [and not pocket change or the kind you find under the sofa cushions]. Like we all do, Humphrey finds change difficult. However he finds it especially difficult to deal with, I suppose it’s because he is filled with bits of cotton, or maybe it’s because his mouth is sown shut.

It must be hard sitting on the corner of a chair, watching a documentary about elephants in Africa, seeing how majestic and old they are, and realizing that will never be you. But not only that but that never was you. How it must change everything for a toy, realizing in all the senses of the world you aren’t Real with a capital ‘R’.  That you’ll never experience a herd, or marching about in a crew of other elephants singing a song [like in Disney's Jungle Book], or stand about dancing like this crazy old elephant at the Houston Zoo.  Change for Humphrey won’t ever involve moving to a new place, or losing a job, or falling in love and how all those things change everything- he won’t ever know how it feels to forgive or not forgive, he wont ever know how it feels to cry [and o how joyous soothing and cleansing a good all out cry can be], he won’t know how to run or chase or laugh.  Perhaps in some ways he is lucky not to know, but in other ways how utterly, dishearteningly sad.

Humphrey and I sit on the sofa as the show comes to an end and I cuddle him close as Iris purrs in one ear and Wishbone lays sleeping on my lap.  O Humphrey, I sigh, but you’ll know love- we love you Humphrey, and I can almost feel everything shift about inside him as if he is becoming something new, something more, because isn’t that what change does- makes everything inside of you shift and shiver and grope until suddenly there is light again and you look around and everything is stunningly the same yet altogether different. Then Humphrey looked at me with his sad little plastic eyes and we touched noses and I knew, It was okay.

 

Days of Humphrey

“Just like there are good people and bad people, there are good rats and bad rats… these were very bad rats.”

When I was younger I had this wonderful cassette tape that had various fairy tales read by a woman who did a lovely array of voices. The above [a line from the Pied Piper] always made me stop and think.  Well just as there are good rats and good people and bad rats and bad people there are good days and bad days.  Recently I have felt there has been an overflow of bad days- at least here, which is not to say you weren’t having perfectly lovely days where ever it is you are reading this from. This is also not to say that every bit of the last couple of weeks has been anywhere near atrocious, there have been some good things and some happy moments interspersed throughout the dreary ones. But isn’t it funny how bad always seems more bad then good seems good.

Today was a good day. It started much like everyday recently, waking up to the trilling sound of an alarm, discussing all the reason we don’t want to get out of bed with Ethan. Getting Wishbone and Iris out of their crates for breakfast and ‘business time’ [which is really potty time but who wants to stand outside in an apartment complex begging your dogs to go to the bathroom]. I finished a delightful if not necessarily thought provoking novel by Susan Mallary.  I did a bit of internet surfing. I got offered a job that seems immensely more fulfilling then the job I had [if only it paid more], and though I haven’t decided whether to take it, it is o so delightful just to be asked. Ethan came home [which is always a bright spot]. We went to H-Mart, the Korean Grocery Store and bought deliciousness. Then made a final pit stop at the Korean Noodle House which is a delicious tiny little restaurant out of someone’s house [my delicious soup is featured in the picture].

It wasn’t a terribly thrilling day, it wasn’t a day I’ll tell stories about, or even remember in a couple of months. But it was a good day, in what seemed like an uncross-able sea of bad days. You’ll notice I didn’t mention Humphrey today, sometimes Humphrey just has to sit back and watch because sadly Humphrey, dearly beloved Humphrey, is a stuffed animal.  Now I’m off to bed for cuddle time- which Humphrey excels at so he’ll get to join the family. Family cuddle time in bed doesn’t happen every day, but what a wonderful and perfect way to end a good day.

Humphrey gets a Rose

Those who know me know I have a dark secret, well not so secret and not so dark but at least slightly embarrassing. I love the Bachelor [and the Bachelorette and don't even get me started on Bachelor Pad].  Since Ethan will not share this addiction with me, and Wishbone and Iris are not very avid TV watchers, Humphrey gets to share this immensely enjoyable  pastime with me.

Now Humphrey is a wonderful companion. We [well I and Humphrey listened] discussed the girls and the likelihood of a real relationship, made fun of the drama which was everywhere on this episode, and in general laughed at everyone and discussed how even though its entertaining, the show never achieves its purpose.  We especially enjoyed the bad girls (Courtney the >cough< “actress” def a B-otch, and Blakely who is absolutely insane) and the one psycho girl who kept having break downs (Jenna the relationship blogger, because somehow she can give relationship advice which is beyond me).  My least favorite part is the Rose ceremony which always takes too freaking long, with all those dramatic pauses and Chris’ interruptions so that he has a reason to even be on the show.

The Bachelor is an enjoyable hour away from all the problems in my life, to revel in the intrigue and drama of other people’s lives.  What, it’s why you all watch it… don’t pretend you watch it because of the love story… HA

Humphrey in a Storm Cloud

It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man is snoring
He went to bed and he bumped his head
And couldn’t get up in the morning”

Now wait, go back and read the words to that rhyme. Yes that’s right it is raining outside, an old man assumedly alone at home bumps his head and can’t get up [which I suppose means he is dead or mortally wounded]. Yesterday it rained and by rained I mean poured, I don’t mean metaphorically, I tried to drive and the water went over the hood of my car.  So I turned around and stayed inside. Iris and Wishbone were laying on top of me, terrified of the thunder and pounding rain; while Humphrey sat on the window ledge watching the rain pour.

This is when Humphrey told us the story of the Elephant and the Rain, which was a story passed down from generation to generation of the great Elephant family.

Once upon a time, there were two great powers on Earth: Elephant and the Rain Spirit.  Now Elephant, as you know was proud and boastful and was always always arguing with Rain, for you see Elephant was convinced he was greater than Rain- and he wanted Rain to agree.  One day they were arguing [as usual], when the Rain Spirit said in his deep, wet, gurgling voice, “How can you elephant be a greater power than I, when it is I who nourishes you?”

Elephant was far too proud to admit that Rain was right. Indeed, he didn’t even think [not even a little] before replying, “You don’t feed me!” He stomped on the ground to enunciated each word, “I find food for myself, I am my own master in all things!”

Rain, angry in earnest this time, turned gray and thunderous, and said, “If I go away will you not DIE?” and with that he vanished.  Once Rain departed, Elephant laughed loudly to himself and said, “HA! Now I may rule alone, Rain was cowardly and ran away!” [Sometimes, Humphrey added some Elephants are not so smart, although he did remind us he himself was very wise]

For many months Elephant lorded over the plains and the forest, and life continued normally.  In fact it was peaceful without the constant loud quarrels of Rain and Elephant. Then, the time of year for the Rains arrived. Every animal was looking forward to the flush of green grass, and clean flowing rivers once again. But of course Rain had gone away.  The skies remained hot and bright and blue, not even one cloud was seen for weeks! The animals became worried, because their newborns were starving!

In great distress they went to find Elephant, for he had he not said he was their Lord? Elephant looked a bit uncomfortable, but he replied to their demands saying, “I will call Vulture the most potent of all the Rainmakers.”

Elephant then called Vulture and commanded him to cast lots and make rain. But Vulture was Rain’s servant, and he knew of their quarrels. He excused himself, explaining to the Elephant that he was too afraid of the Great Elephant to try- for what if he failed!

Elephant then summoned Crow, the wisest of all the Birds, and commanded her to cast lots and make Rain. This she did, and some rain fell- enough to fill a few pans, but soon they all dried up except on the deepest. Elephant claimed this last waterhole for himself, and commanded the Tortoise to guard it for him while he was away feeding for the day [food was becoming rather difficult to find].  So Tortoise settled down to guard the pan.

Soon, a herd of giraffe came down to drink and asked Tortoise for water, for they had searched all day and found none.  But Tortoise had to refuse, saying the pan was the property of Lord Elephant. Zebras, wildebeest, and many other animals were all in turn refused a drink. They moved off into the distance, whispering among themselves, wondering what was to become of them!

In the evening, Lion came down to drink and as before Tortoise told him he could not as the pan belonged to Elephant. But Lion was not impressed, he simply cuffed Tortoise out of his way and drank his fill. Poor Tortoise was helpless as the other animals desperately thirsty took advantage and followed Lion’s example. They crowded around the pan and drank their fill.

When Elephant returned, the animals had drunk the pan dry! He trumpeted in rage and turned on poor Tortoise. Tortoise tried to explain he had been to little and to weak to stop the thirsty animals. But Elephant would not listen, he was in such a rage that he picked Tortoise up and swallowed him whole! Now Tortoise did not want to die, especially since he did not deserve such punishment.  As soon as he reached Elephant’s stomach he began to try to crawl his way out.  Elephant screamed in pain! At the same time, Elephant realized his pride and arrogance had led him to this point! Tortoise managed to get out and scuttled off as fast as he could and since has been his own Master and does not answer to any of the animals.

The Rain Spirit seeing the tragic lesson had been learned by all the animals, took pity on the thirsty earth and poured down in a deluge so that all the rivers and pans filled up again.

Humphrey Celebrates Friday

Today may seem [relatively] unproductive due to the great many nothings that happened today. But Humphrey knows differently after all, you see, it is Friday.

Fridays are for eating junk food, which Humphrey [and I] are awfully good at. Fridays are for running around the apartment  like psychos and playing silly games, which  Wishbone as a terrier and Ethan as man[child :p] excel at. Fridays are for lounging about and relaxing with one big epic sighhhhhh when you finally walk through the front door, Iris as a cat is particularly good at resting and has dramatic sighing down pat. Fridays are for family dance offs, which somehow Humphrey seems to always win [don't ask me how]. Fridays are for homemade pizzas that Ethan makes so delicious and so good. Fridays are for working out at our gym, because despite the fact we made a New Year’s resolution to go at least 3 times a week, we haven’t gone even once [oops]. Fridays are for family, and memories, and fun.

Can you tell we all [including Humphrey] love Fridays.

 

Thursday in the Park with Humphrey

A day in the park sounds wonderful, yes? Too bad it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to spend the whole day there. It’s 70 Degrees outside today, a last sunny day as tomorrow it is supposed to rain [although in it's defense the weathermen hardly ever seem to be right anymore].

Everyone was home early today, making it the perfect day to spend a bit of time at our local dog park.  And with one devious look from Wishbone, Humphrey knew it was time for an adventure. We arrived to the siren barking of a basset hound reassuring us that he still exists every 30 seconds. The car door opened and we were off! There was running and jumping and swimming and frolicking and other such frivolities. Humphrey seemed to be particularly popular with the dogs- although Ethan managed to keep him safe up on the bench with us.

Wishbone met at least 30 new friends who he would remember to forget on our next trip to the park, an all too fluffy Pomeranian, a Yorkie wearing a transformers costume, a 9 month old German Shepherd who kept tripping all over herself as she grew into her larger body.

After the park a trip through the car wash, a first for Wishbone- which he very much liked in the way a Jack Russell such as himself loves a new challenge. By the time we arrived home Wishbone was exhausted and Humphery was content to cuddle- all and all another good day and another slightly thrilling adventure.

Humphrey in the Kitchen

Humphrey- I have found- loves to bake, or perhaps [and more likely] I love to bake and Humphrey is a wonderful observer.

The sounds of a metal whisk on a plastic mixing bowl, the repetitive clank of the knife against the cutting board, the feel of rolling out dough o so carefully and o so slowly, the wafting smells that fill the kitchen. How the dough seems to change character under your hands is always like a kind of magic, almost alchemy, making me feel brilliant and wonderful. The satisfaction of something tangible and something done. The process of baking, mixing the ingredients and experimenting with the recipes- like an artist mixing paints and trying new shapes; and then finally when it’s finished sharing it, like artwork being revealed to the masses I share my new creation with those around me- which Wishbone is always hopeful it will be him.

Today we made Indian Samosas [deliciousness], while Wishbone sat at my feet salivating for dropped crumbs and Iris lay on the counter acting carefully uncaring as only a cat properly can. Out of the oven, everyone got to try a small bite except for Humphrey who personally prefers imaginary food over real food. I had a scrumptious lunch, with mango chutney and a glass of Big-K [Kroger Brand] Cherry Coke. And Ethan, lucky as he is, will be able to have leftovers for lunch tomorrow.

In case you to would like to try our delicious lunch the recipe is below:

Ingredients:

  • 2 onions, minced
  • 1 tbsp coriander
  • 1 tsp cumin
  • 1/4 tsp cayenne pepper
  • 1/2 pound potatoes, chopped into 1/2 inch pieces
  • 1 10 ounce package frozen peas, thawed and drained
  • 1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro
  • dash salt and pepper to taste
  • 9 sheets phyllo pastry, thawed
  • olive oil

Preparation:

Pre-heat the oven to 400 degrees.

In a large skillet over medium high heat, sautee the onions in a bit of oil until they are soft, about 6 to 8 minutes.

Add the coriander, cumin and cayenne, and cook for another minute. Remove from heat and add the potatoes, peas and cilantro, stirring to mix well. Season with a bit of salt and pepper.

Stack 3 or 4 sheets of phyllo together, and slice into 4 even rectangles with a pair of kitchen shears. Continue with the rest of the phyllo, then cover with plastic wrap.

Place two or three tablespoons of the potato and peas mix in a corner of the dough, then roll the corner towards the center. Fold in the left and right corners, then roll up again.

Place each samosa on a baking sheet, and lightly brush the tops with olive oil. Bake for 20 minutes, or until lightly golden brown.

[Let me know if you try it and love it [or hate it] and what sorts of things you love to cook or bake!]

Meeting Humphrey

Humphrey came on Christmas morning. He has little to say about anything although I fancy he knows a lot. He managed to find his way into our home through those clever internets that people are always talking about.

I imagine Humphrey came to us from some far off place where friends are made though he has a wee tag on him that says ‘Made in China’.  I imagine he was born the way all such creatures were born- that he awoke from his former state as a swatch of fabric to suddenly being something more.  He went to stuffing school I’m sure where he learned a great many useful and delightful things, or at least all the things a stuffed friend must know.  I’m sure there were cuddle classes [which he mastered] and classes on etiquette at tea parties and in toy boxes.  I’m sure he learned how to balance, o so precariously, on a high top shelf. And I’m absolutely certain he learned [as I've seen him use this skill a great many times] how to be absolutely quiet.  I’m sure he had good school days and bad school days- I’m certain his teachers complained he was too rowdy at some times and napped in the middle of class at others. I’m sure he failed miserably at interactive games but made up for it with an A+++ in listening and non judgmental looks [which is much harder than it would seem]. And then at last at last at last at last, he was boxed up and sent out to find a home. This is how Humphrey came to be with me [which explains why he slept the whole first day here and why today I have no adventures to speak of].

Here I’ll [try to] post daily little tidbits about Me (Amanda), my Partner Ethan, our Jack Russell Wishbone, our Kitten Iris, and of course dear, dear Humphrey. I hope you enjoy, do comment!

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