4.30.2010: day 65

I was perusing my snack selection this evening and noticed Fishy sitting on the shelf. My grandma used to have him in a dresser drawer in her bedroom within reach of her sewing machine. When I watched Grandma sew, I would open the drawer to play with Fishy. I always felt badly for him, being stuck by all those pins, and would 'save' him by pulling them all out. With a sigh of relief, I'd pat Fishy on the head and put him back in the drawer. Grandma was good-natured about it, and every time I'd visit, the pins would be back, and I'd go and take them out again. It was quietly dramatic and silly and wonderful.