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said Henrietta (or is it Hermione---I don't remember) as I lifted her up off the counter where she had landed after being brutally shoved off the top of the refrigerator, by? Who else?BAXTER!!!!!

Oh, no.... My world has shifted on its axis. Baxter can apparently get to the top of the refrigerator now. I have to find a new place to keep my purse because he loves chewing on the leather ties that hang from the zippers. Rats....

And I don't remember what I decided to name my poor hen but I do remember a story that goes with the name Hermione. My oldest granddaughter, who loves the Harry Potter series, came into the living room a couple of years ago when there was a promotional piece on TV about the newest movie. Emma Watson, who plays Hermione, was being interviewed. My granddaughter said, "Why is Hermione on TV?"

Her mother said, "Her name is Emma Watson. She is an actress and she PLAYS Hermione in the movies."

After considering this for a moment, my granddaughter said, "Wow. They found someone who looks just like Hermione."

Amazing, how it works out that way.

Da beeps

Older daughter is on vacation at the beach off the coast of Texas and e-mailed me this photo of Elizabeth. She captioned it: Elizabeth isn't sure she likes da beeps. Older daughter claims to be taking the week off from using electronic gadgets (although she did send out this photo), but if she is true to her word, I can steal this photo and use it on MY blog!

I think the problem is that Elizabeth would rather be at Knittergran's.

Knittergran has m&ms...

and knows how to use them.

Nervacizing

No, that's not a real word, but it should be. It's a word I learned from a friend of mine, and it means, of course, something that makes one nervous. I told my older granddaughter about this word one day when she was up in a tree in her yard---WAY up in a tree. She laughed and now when I visit, up she goes and then yells to me, "Hey, Gran! Is this nervacizing?"

Well, YES! But now it's getting worse. She is on a climbing team and this is her almost-eight-year-old self in the picture. I conveniently forget that I was a climber as a kid. We had several large willow trees, and my sister and I spent many, many hours in them as kids, just hanging out, talking, plotting (against our brother) and dreaming. I loved those trees.

But now that it's my precious granddaughter, I say "Enough! Get down from there!"

Not really. She's been trying to climb anything and everything since she was a baby. A friend of mine remembers when Ella, at only three months old, tried to climb up her when she was holding her. We have pictures of her climbing door jambs, the outside of stairways, and of course, trees.

So Ella, learn to climb well and safely, because I know you're going to always be looking for a way to go UP!