Monday, April 28, 2008

So, it was an interesting weekend.

My grandparents were in town from the wet northwest and, as always, their visit was an enjoyable and enlightening experience.

My latest book, Seeking Persephone, is dedicated to Barbara and Larry (who are the grandparents mentioned above). The memory I shared in that dedication of my grandmother was of being taught to cheat at solitaire - one of my favorite memories.

I had been playing for some time and couldn't win to save my life and, being probably only about 8 years old, was unbelievable frustrated. Grandma showed me a little "trick" - one I later found out is not precisely permitted under the strictest interpretation of the rules. She has no memory of this. Ah, well...

We also spent Sunday night playing an almost-friendly game of Shanghai Rummy. I did really well until the last round - where the goal is to create in your hand three runs (4 cards of the same suit that run numerically, ie, ace,2,3,4). I was unbelievably frustrated. I just couldn't seem to get it. Guess what? I was trying to get four runs. Again: ah, well...

Lastly, our "missing goldfish" saga. I completely emptied the tank. No goldfish body. I consulted a few experts who all told me the same thing. The goldfish we now refer to alternately as "Hannibal Lector" and "The Godfather" ate his little tank mate. That's just wrong.

Like I said, it was an interesting weekend.
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Monday, April 21, 2008

This may seem like a random question, but at the Eden household, we now have reason to wonder. Are goldfish cannibals? And if they are, are they paritcularly thorough?
We woke up this morning and went to the fishtank to check on our two little goldfish, one of which had been acting a little sickly yesterday. A quick fish-head count (extremely quick, as a matter of fact) came up one fish too few. We have checked the entire tank, we've sifted through gravel, checked underneath the little fish-castle, looked inside the filter, between the leaves of the plants.
The fish is gone. Completely. Not so much as a mangled fin left behind.
Fish number one is kind of a nasty fish and has, thus far, outlived three tank mates. We wonder about it. And now we are beginning to be just a little bit afraid. We have seen the survivor fish torment each fish as it has come in, we have seen it hog the fish flakes at meal time. Has it now taken to devouring its companion? Hiding it somewhere? Digging a little fishy-grave in the corner somewhere?
Hmmm....
Check in as the mystery unfolds.
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