Having learned at a young age - because I have many Bohemian friends - the meaning of the word "vegetarian," my children were understandably confused when I told them Gandhi was a humanitarian. The nature of their misunderstanding was lost on me, so they lived with this grisly error for many years. Once they learned the truth it was too late. A mild shudder of horror would forevermore mix with their admiration for the peaceable Mahatma.
Hey, guess what? I'm introducing a new recurring character to the repertoire of this blog. He will stand for the struggle of all humanity in our striving to understand the universe. He will be an allegorical teacher of lessons about humanity and what it means to be human. His name is Hugh. He is a manatee. Hugh Manatee.
Get it?
A quick Google shows me that I am not the first to think of this. So, that's it. Say goodbye to Hugh. He's officially cut from the roster. Sorry, Hugh. You had a good run.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Love.
P. S. - Took a few family photos, in case you're interested in such things. No big deal. Thanks for stopping by.
P. P. S. - They're interviewing bloggers at The Collective. Today's blogger? Me. Check it out, if you'd like. Thanks again.
