Our chief want is someone who will inspire us to be what we know we could be.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I long to accomplish a great and noble task,
but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.
Helen Keller
(a visit from the Mayor / Julie Cook / 2018)
And you thought I was going to write about President Bush again didn’t you??
Eh???
Well, whereas I am sharing about a visit from a commander and chief…
this particular commander and chief is more like a chieftess…
or whatever the female equivalent would be for chief.
Here we see the Mayor delightfully happy to be visiting with her constituents here
in the satellite Woobooville office. She happily surprised her “people”…
that being Polly Possum, Moe the Moose, lambie pie the sheep along with Percy and Peaches,
the real live cats who oddly disappear whenever the Mayor makes a visit.
And one might notice that the Mayor is having a slight hair issue with a strand of bangs that
nearly reaches to her chin. Her aides are constantly having to bush the hair from her face
lest she have a bit of a fit while rubbing her eyes red.
So with that being said…the Mayor had her first visit to a salon…note, that is not a saloon…
little politicians must make certain things very clear…but we digress…
It was time to have a bit of a trim.
And I might just add that a for a 10 month old, a trim may not be the most even or
neatest of trims…
And thus I am sorry to report that one of her chief aides is very disappointed with the
new little dutch-girl-pageboy look…
that aide being her dad…
And so it begins…that slow progression of growing up
that seems to tugs at the daddy’s heart most of all…
the very apprehensive before image
The after dutch little girl look
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