I Want a Tree House

Humorous anecdote: I was at the Studio the other day, and it was a full house–there must have been ten women on shift.  I was in back talking with A.  I’ve mentioned her on the blog a few times.  She’s the spooky  mathematician who does research on fractals.  Anyway, someone called and we could overhear the manager, Frau Farbissina, on the telephone.

    “You vant to know who iz smartest mistress at zis place?  Intelligent mistress?  Iz zat vat u ask?”  Frau spoke into the phone.

     There was a pause.  Then: “Smartest mistress iz Margo or A.”

    She said that in front of all those other bitches!  BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!

    I bit the insides of my mouth to keep from laughing.  A, not nearly as polite as I am, burst into giggles and held up her hand to give me a high-five.

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       OMG!  I want to be rich so that I could buy a tree house!  I want a tree house before I die!

       I googled tree house images and spent half an hour in tree house fantasy land.  I love wood and I love trees.  One day when I make better money I am going to have a home full of beautiful wooden furniture.  It makes me feel good inside to be around animals and wood.  Wood is spiritual because it contains the ghosts of trees.  

      I am an atheist but I understand why the pagans worshiped trees.  I wish I had a time machine so that I could go back and see the European hardwood forests before they cut all the trees down. I am reading The Conquest of Gaul right now.  Caesar writes about the spectacular forests.  

      What is your favorite tree?  I like the birch and ponderosa pine.


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