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I’m taking tomorrow off to spend one last day with M before she goes back.

I’m looking forward to getting all the Christmas stuff put away, although I really do like all the lights.

I’m going to spend the weekend ridding our bedroom of strange boxes of stuff that somehow appeared there over the holidays. It will be nice to be able to get dressed without tripping. (Some of it may be yarn. Ahem.)

I’m thinking it will be sad and lonely when she goes, although she isn’t always cheery. We watched the BBC documentary on Tove Jansson last night (and there’s no way you can watch this here, I am sorry to say, unless you subscribe to some sort of thing which tricks the BBC into thinking your computer resides in the UK) and I am thinking that having M home is sort of like having, not really a Moomin, but more like one of the other creatures — Thingummy, or Bob, or the Muskrat (but not the Muskrat) — living in your house. Not entirely predictable, but certainly interesting and generally pleasant.

Tove Jansson — an interesting person. She wanted to be a painter, but became famous as a cartoonist and a writer of Moomin books. Her book for grown-ups, The Summer Book, is one of my very favorite books. There were home movies of her and her partner Tuulikki Pietilä living on their island in the summer, which is essentially a rock in the middle of the sea. Interesting, though — I sort of know more about the details of her life, but she still seems a little fuzzy.

Anyway –

Look at this! She illustrated the Hobbit!

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