Friday, November 14, 2014

When Pigs Fly

When my sisters gave me this iron pig with wings, I took it as a compliment.
Because I'm an optimist.
I'm an idealist.
Is there such a thing as a practical idealist? That would be me.

I can also be quite cynical. But isn't that how we all are—an ever-changing mixture of traits and perspectives.

When our eldest boy brought his English bulldog here, the dog saw this pig on the coffee table and was worked up about it.
Wonder what that dog was thinking.
It was a tiny bulldog?
A strange animal?
He barked and growled at it till I put it away.