Staceworld

One more post on this frivolous topic before I move back to the usual frivolous topics.

On Sunday, as we had people over for Easter dinner, we joked about the possibility of a "Staceworld" blog, which I envisioned as a blog describing the world from Stace's point of view but actually written by me. You know, sort of like our Christmas letter. Anyway, I didn't give it much thought until we had another Stace episode last night. I'm now seriously considering starting a seprate blog. This incident took place sometime during the Blog Wars that you've already read about in the last post. Here goes.

I'd been home for quite a while already last night. Stace was in the kitchen making dinner (which consisted either of tuna casserole or tuna fish sandwiches, depending on her mental state at the moment). I walked down our hallway and came around the corner into the kitchen. She let out a started yelp. I was confused as to why my presence startled her since she knew I was home and I wasn't trying to scare her or anything like that. Her answer: "I thought you were a bear!"

Yes, you read that correctly. For that brief moment, Stace thought that a bear was coming into her kitchen. In that instant, Stace apparently thought that a bear had left its home in the Rocky Mountains, worked its way over to the East Coast (maybe Boston or New York), somehow traveled across the Atlantic, journeyed to the interior of Switzerland, opened the locked door to our apartment building, climbed three flights of stairs (no elevator), come into our apartment, and entered the kitchen.

Of all the things there are to worry about in the world, the possibility of a bear coming into the kitchen of our top-floor apartment in Switzerland hadn't been high on my list, so I asked the logical question, "Why did you think I was a bear?" I should have anticipated the flawless logic of her answer: "Well, as I saw you out of the corner of my eye, you were kind of walking like a bear."

It's like the movie Apollo 13. If it hadn't actually happened, it just wouldn't be believable.