“Hand over the Mother’s Circus Animal Cookies or you’ll never see Eli again!”
Mr. Raccoon here, whose lovely wife was behind him in the dark, is as big as the average footstool – about 3x the size of my cat.
For those of you who don’t know (too bad if you don’t care; you’re out numbered) Mother’s Cookies of Oakland California has shut it doors FOREVER which means NO MORE pink rhino cookies, or blue camels, or red lions, or orange elephants with sprinkles! Waaaaah!
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Women weeping at the Palace of Fine Art at the thought of a world without Mother’s Cookies.
The long silence simply means that my head has been preoccupied with empire building, which has hit a few snags of late. But I refuse to accept any reality other than “onward and upward”!
There has also been a lot of cycling my butt off.
Ascending great heights.
And working on my little illustration-esque tarot designs and putting them on canvas.
Eli is making new friends and sending the local rodents to their ‘great reward’ even without the majority of his teeth.
I’ve learned a lot about adaptation and perseverance from that little furbrain!
How does the bumble bee fly? Because it thinks it can. BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!
Over, under, around or through, we will get there.