Beatrix is a quirky little monkey. She loves wearing everyone’s shoes, searching through the big shoe basket to make pairs. She’s never mismatched. It’s quite impressive for a 20-month-old.

Equally impressive is what she chooses to put in her “puwse”. She has fallen deeply in love with the boxed set of Narnia books. She carries them around in the basket which used to hold receipts for the shredder. Only six of the seven volumes of fit in the basket. She gets really angry at Book #7, whichever title it may be at the time. It simply won’t fit, no matter how passionately she screeches as she tries to jam it into the basket.

A few days ago, she combined her two loves into one look.

I had an abdominal ultrasound yesterday. It’s a really long and boring story, so I won’t explain why I had my gallbladder, pancreas, and liver examined, unless something comes of it. I’ll know the results on Friday.

As the tech and a student were rooting around under and between my ribs, they stopped on a foggy-looking spot and both of them oohed.

The tech said I have a perfect pancreas. Just beautiful.

No mention about the glorious attributes of my other innards, which make me wonder if they are looking like Nick Nolte’s mugshot.