(This is actually a baseball post)
Back when Henry went to the local Waldorf preschool, they seemed to be weirdly fixated on gnomes. I've since learned that that's a typical Waldorf tradition, along with believing that children can't learn the alphabet until their first permanent teeth come in, which is a topic for another post. Anyway.
They built gnome houses, went on gnome-spotting walks, teachers had "Gnome-Powered" bumper stickers on their cars; the whole thing seemed odd and a bit twee, as they say across the pond.
So, what does this have to do with baseball? Well, hang on. I had a bet going with a Phillies fan last week when the Red Sox and Phils faced each other during interleague play. I must admit I wasn't hopeful of my chances, but the payoff was good either way: whoever lost had to buy the other person a winning-team-logoed item of about $30. So either I got something Bosox-related or I got to buy something outrageous for my winning friend.
So, when the Sox won the series 2-1, I was looking forward to receiving my Red Sox nightie, towel set, bobblehead dashboard decoration or whatever.
So here's what showed up today in the mail.
I'm not sure where in the yard I'll put the little guy. Somewhere where I can see him whenever I look out my window, or maybe where he can stun the neighbors and passersby. He'll look good anywhere, I reckon, because after all, there's no place like gnome.
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