Rebecca petted Edith Piaf today.

Lately I've been flipping through the "Make & Do" volume of our old Childcraft Library. I just love our Childcraft books, especially that one. (Although my favorite has always been the "Poems & Rhymes" volume, which I can't find! Dammit!) The illustrations in it are so awesomely retro, like something you would see in a Dick and Jane book. But looking through made me realize how little I actually make and/or do. My goal for the summer -- no, it's not too late to make a summer goal, even though June is almost over -- is to do something about that.

I'm still collecting aluminum cans. Last week I took mine and Grandma's to the recycling place and got thirteen dollars for them. On Sunday I visited CJ & Company, and Uncle John explained his entire process of marble-engraving to me and showed me pictures from his alligator hunts. Yesterday I finally figured out how to get pictures onto the computer from my digital camera (HOORAY!), so I was able to post a lot of cemeteries photos on Find-a-Grave. Today Edith Piaf, the less feral of our two kittens, very briefly let me pet her. I wonder if maybe Gertrude, the hissier, scratchier kitten, is pissed because we only gave her one name. Last night I had another dream involving Shylock and Jessica from The Merchant of Venice. I think that of the four versions I've seen of that play -- the 2004 movie with Al Pacino as Shylock, a 1970s movie by the BBC, a play performed by theater students at LSU, and a French play performed in Paris -- the best one was the LSU play.

If you want to make Rebecca laugh, all you have to do is say one of the following things to her, courtesy of the 1965 Cinderella.
"Where does your father sleep?" "In Heaven."
"Fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee!"
"Oh, la!"
"I have never felt this way before!"