A funny thing happened yesterday morning. My kids have something called a Little Touch LeapPad that they used to love to play with before we moved to Paris. However when we unpacked it last September the batteries were dead. I never managed to get around to replacing them. (I believe it was # 8,943rd on my To Do List. I just completed # 227.) While I was sitting in the playroom yesterday morning I suddenly decided I was going to pull it out and change the batteries. When I did, I noticed the book Where the Wild Things Are was on it.
I felt warm and happy for just a moment, and had a few Happy Thoughts for the man who created so many things I love.
Later in the day I learned of his death.
I got goosebumps. I don't think I'll know what possessed me to pick up the LeapPad yesterday, but I'm sure glad I did.
Rest In Peace Maurice Sendak.