Welcome back friends.
I've been told that you frequent this blog from time to time. I hope that you'll find what you're looking for. I feel that I've been here for a very long time, over 100,000 minutes by my count. I feel that some of those minutes have been taking a toll on me - I've lost some of my luscious hair already. I tell people that I just like to wear it short.
I've been getting to know the other regular sized people here. They have been quite welcoming, however they no longer seem to fight over holding me anymore. Not often anyways. They have been joining me for my exercises on my mat with the arches. I personally find the mirrors and spotted giraffe to be the most entertaining.
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| I enjoy the other people in my exercise class |
I've taken up the local sport of "giant riding". I find it a bit restrictive for now, but when the cool wind blows it's quite snuggly. I'll often fall asleep and luckily The Giants know their way home without guidance. One thing that I will note: ensure that your Giant has not eaten anything like chili before being zipped up in the coat. It is... unpleasant and fragrant.
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| It helps to keep your nose out of the coat |
I spend a lot of time in meditation these days while the other regular sized people and The Giants rush about me. They are always trying to get to and from school, the bus, playschool, and "running errands". I think that they would be a lot less tired if they just tried to walk errands, but no one has taken my suggestion yet. With all of the comforting activity going on about me, sometimes I'm startled by sudden silences. They frighten me and put me ill at ease causing me to protest.
The Giants dress me in eclectic attire. I can only describe it as princess-truck-fairy-dinosaur. It is warm though which I find reassuring. It has gotten cold of late here, dropping to around zero. I ask for assurance that it will not get much colder, but The Giants avoid my questions and the others just laugh and run away. I have found that we are going to celebrate a Halloween festival soon and it is required that I be dressed as an animal or similar. I won't argue with the locals, but it seems strange.
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| I am here, hear me roar. |
As part of the local customs that I've been learning is that I can get simple tasks like a changed diapers changed if I just flash a smile. This also helps to be picked up, but has been less effective at getting a really good smoked meat sandwich with a dill pickle on the side. I will continue to try other facial expressions to get my sandwich and pickle.
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| I almost have that pickle... |
