It has been a windy autumn around here. It makes us laugh because our neighbor spends hours and sometimes days removing all of the fallen leaves from his lawn only to have ours blow over to cover his grass once again.
And then there is the tale of four Woodies….Woodys….Woody’s? In order of appearance in our lives- Michael’s Woody, Andrew’s Woody, CJ’s Woody and Beej’s Woody. Michael’s Woody is an original from when Toy Story was first released. It still bears his name on the bottom of the boot. This guy has been “shelved” in my office, needing repair and not up to being subjected to little boys’ rough housing. Andrew’s Woody is slightly smaller than the others, looks brand new and holds a place of honor out of the little nephews’ reach. Woody #3 is CJ’s. His vest and hat have been missing for awhile and his belt has been repaired many times. It’s nice to know that he’s well played with and much loved. And then little Beej’s Woody is a secondhand edition, equivalent to training wheels. He loves his Woody but he really gives him a beating, too, so he will have to wait for his own new Woody.