Shortly after arriving home, my sister and I stumbled into a recently-opened used bookstore around the corner from our house. It's the type of place that I don't associate with Granite Bay - family-owned, not staffed by teenage blonds - and I liked it. Among the treasures we found, we picked up the set of Mrs. Pigglewiggle books, written by Betty MacDonald in the 1940's, but which entertain me as much now as they did 15 years ago.
The books are about a woman, residing first in an upside-down house and then on a farm, who is the widow of a pirate and who gets along marvelously with children, while also possessing a variety of remedies for the various ailments that sometimes plague them.
I think I wrote one of my Northwestern application essays about these books. I don't remember what the premise was, but I vaguely remember writing about wanting to live in an upside-down house.
I've always been a dreamer, apparently, and it doesn't look like I'm going to grow out of it anytime soon. Hopefully it will come to good use, eventually. The world seems like it's getting more and more crazy (dog clothes at Old Navy? quizzical looks when I ask for tap water?), and I think such tales are a better vision for reality than where we're actually headed.
Oh, inverted world!
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