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I attended Easter service at First Congregational. This was the first official service in the new building. (They'd been holding "one hour tours" of the sanctuary every Sunday morning while waiting for the use permit to come through.) A guy I ride the bus with was there. I finally got to meet his partner. We sang "Christ the Lord is Risen Today," which made me happy. At the end we sang the Hallelujah Chorus, which made me very happy.

After church I took the #1 bus out to the Legion of Honor. I admired the view, which is seriously admirable. Also toured the museum. Their permanent collection is on a par with the DeYoung's, except the Legion has Rodins instead of that fascinatingly awful fireplace.

Hoping you all had a lovely Vernal Festival.


Today's earrings: bunnies, green eggs

Bedtime reading: The Man Who Would be King and Other Stories, Rudyard Kipling

Fubsy in Literature

His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride.
Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide.
If ye find that the Bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed Sambhur can gore;
Ye need not stop work to inform us: we knew it ten seasons before.

Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother,
For though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is their mother.
"There is none like to me!" says the Cub in the pride of his earliest kill;
But the jungle is large and the Cub he is small. Let him think and be still.
- Maxims of Baloo [The Jungle Book, Rudyard Kipling]


Today's earrings: bees, typewriter keys

Bedtime reading: American Gods, Neil Gaiman